...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started spinning overhead. Hana was laughing and giggling, but I didn't like it, didn't like the sweet sick taste in my mouth or the way my thoughts seemed to break apart like a mist in the sun.
Lauren OliverFourth period I have "life skills", which is what they call gym when you're old enough to be offended by forced physical activity (Elody thinks they should call it slavery instead, for accuracy).
Lauren OliverI'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to reat and touch and tend to. She was mine before she was yours: The words are there, unexpectedly, surging from my throat to my tongue. I swallow them back.
Lauren OliverIโm Hana,โ Hana says. โAnd this is Lena.โ She jabs me with an elbow. I know I must look like a fish, standing there with my mouth gaping open, but Iโm too outraged to speak. Heโs lying. I know heโs the one I saw yesterday, would bet my life on it. โAlex. Nice to meet you.โ Alex keeps his eyes on me as he and Hana shake hands. Then he extends a hand to me. โLena,โ he says thoughtfully. โIโve never heard that name before.
Lauren Oliver