You're getting your weird all over me.

The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

Knowing what I was, and wanting me, anyway.

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.