Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?

Listen,” she said. “I may not be what you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.

Even the most beautiful things can be toxic.

Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.