I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.

I'd fallen in love with the devil.

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

I already know my size. I don't need reminding.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between us. "Interesting.Yours?" "Not so much." "Homework was brutal,huh?" He was making fun of me. "I didn´t do homework." He had the smile of a fow. "Who did you do?" I was speechless a moment. I stood there with my mouth slightly open. "Was that an innuendo?" "Just curious what my competition is." "Grow upp." His smile stretched. "Loosen up.