Cabel gives her a quizzical look. "I am totally not getting enough attention here.

Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.

Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.

She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.

You - best secret boyfriend ever.

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

Are you okay?" she whispers, giggling. Me? Oh sure. You might have to carry me out of here, though." What happened?" I created a distraction." I gathered that." Step stool, encyclopedias, floor." I see. Well, I can't thank you enough." Sure you can. Help me flunk enough tests, so I drop out of the 'torian range." Can't you just tell Abernethy that you have a reputation as a dumbshit to keep up, and you don't want the attention?" Flunking is more fun.