The doorknob twisted. “I’m coming with you.” I ran over and held it shut. “No, you are so not. We can’t carry your unconscious body around the Center. Besides, I need you here. If something goes wrong, I can’t handle you getting hurt.” “Wait, so it’s okay if I get hurt?” Jack asked. “Yes,” I snapped at the same time as Lend and Arianna. “As long as you’re sure, then,” Jack muttered.

I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

He winked at her. She giggled. And I threw up a little in my mouth

Jack jumped off the couch, pulling his shirt back on. "Next time,if you'd like, I'll just come without one," he said,grinning at me.

- "Control what an interesting word for you to be dwelling on" - "I have other words" I scream the F-Word in my head, over and over again.

We sat down and Lend put his arm around me. Every single jaw at the table dropped. "Man," John said, shaking his head. "All this time I was pretty sure you were gay.

This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity