Baz. "Have you ever done this before?" Simon. "Yes. No." "Yes or no?" "Yes. Not like this." Baz. "Not with a boy?" Simon. "Not when I really wanted it.

Cath wished she didn't use the word "just" so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

I choose you over everyone.

She’d majored in English, hoping that meant she could spend the next four years reading and writing. And maybe the next four years after that.

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.