Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

Did I just kill someone?" "You can't kill a dead person," Callum said. "Makes no sense.

You've never told me about your love life, Scarlett. You're a very pretty girl. You must have a boy shacked up somewhere for your personal delights. I'd bet it's a booky one, overtones of Harry Potter and a lot of black T-shirts.

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

And if we get caught, I will claim I made you go. At gunpoint. I am American. People will assume I'm armed.

The essay I had to read was called, "An Essay on Criticism" by Alexander Pope. The first challenge was that the essay was, in fact, a very long poem in "heroic couplets". If something is called an essay, it should be an essay.

Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.