Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.

Janie’s hip buzzes again. Maybe she'll have to have her whole leg amputated, she thinks sadly. That would really suck.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.

She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won't reconsider. Janie always hated Bashful. Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever.

Janie: So you're a double agent? Cabel: Sure.That sounds sexy.

Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.