Ah...' Park said, pained. 'What?' 'Those are alphabetized.' 'It's okay. I know the alphabet.' 'Right.' He looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

"What about him?" she’d say, finding an attractive guy to point out while they were standing in the lunch line. "Do you want to kiss him?" "I don’t want to kiss a stranger," Cath would answer. "I’m not interested in lips out of context."

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.

There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here.