But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

There was just no fear in her.

Drunk nerds. Not my thing.” “You like nerds.” “Not nerds who join fraternities,” Cath said. “That’s a whole subclass of nerds that I’m not interested in.

Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type. Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her. "They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch." Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered. Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.

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