If this was a movie, we would've sat down at the table with the guys and they would have learned some kind of valuable lesson, like not to judge people by how they look, or that being different is okay. And Lena would've learned that all jocks weren't stupid and shallow. It always seemed to work in movies, but this wasn't a movie. This was Gatlin, which severely limited what could happen.

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.

As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave