[...] even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of water and sunlight, but a flower just the same.
Meg CabotYou and me?โ I let out a stunned bark of laughter. โThere is no you and me.โ โThatโs what you think,โ Chaz says, tugging on his coat. โAnd Iโll be damned if Iโm going to wait around until you figure out that isnโt true.โ โFine,โ I say โIโm not asking you to, am I?โ โNo.โ Chaz is smilingโฆ but not like heโs happy. โBut you would if you had the slightest idea what was good for you.โ And with that, he yanks open the door and storms through it, slamming it closed behind him with enough force to cause the windowpanes to rattle. And then heโs gone.
Meg Cabot