Kaylee, you're adding two and two and coming up with seven.

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

My shirt got torn in a fight. Yours evidently has a fast-release tab.

Holy silicone suppository, Batman!” Ethan said, grinning. Dan snorted, Parker coughed to disguise a laugh, and I glared at them all. “What?” My brother shrugged defensively. “That’s what it looks like.

I love you, Kaylee. More than I've ever loved anyone. More than I will ever love anyone. If I could freeze this moment in time and never have to let you go, I would do it without a second thought.

I can't believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, seriously, who would answer an ad for this job?

I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.