Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care.
Either we’re a team or we aren’t. Either you trust me or you don’t.
Maybe Liz was right and she’d wanted someplace safe. Maybe Mr. Solomon really did understand that running was the only way Macey would find out if we’d run after her. Or maybe, like me, she just wanted to disappear for a little while.
Denying the undeniable just makes you sound like a fool as well as a liar.
You are back, Cam. Which means for the first time since you left, it’s okay for us to be mad at you for leaving. – Macey.
If we hadn’t hated him a lot, we might have liked him a little at that moment. But we did. So we didn’t.
If he’d looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.
Sometime years before, I had dragged an old bean bag chair to that place. I watched Zach sink onto it, and then he pulled me down to lean against him. I felt his arms go around me, holding me tight. I was safe. I was warm. I was home.
Sometimes the biggest lies we tell are to ourselves.
It was epic. It was awkward. It was epically awkward.
Why do I feel like I can’t trust you anymore?? I wanted him to lash out. I wanted him to fight, to protest, to argue- to do anything but look deeper into my eyes and say, ’because the Gallagher Academy doesn’t admit fools.
Good-bye Dr. Steve,? I said, then climbed the stairs and went to the fifth floor to die.
I love your bracelet!’ I said to the brunette next to me, because, while most girls are onto the whole stranger-with-candy thing, the strangers-with-compliments strategy is still remarkably effective.
You’d better not be trying to steal that,” she said. The boy shrugged and reached for the small rolling suitcase at her feet. “I wouldn’t dare.” “Because I’m an excellent yeller.” “I don’t doubt it.” “And fighter. My cousin gave me this nail file... the thing’s just like a switchblade.
In a restaurant, tangoing couples circled past, and the look in Hale’s eyes was especially mischievous when he told her, “Oh, I see. You brought me here so you can have your way with me on the dance floor.
Hale, I... ” But Hale was still moving, shrinking the distance between them. He seemed impossibly close as he whispered, “And I didn’t choose it, Kat. I chose you.
Leaving can’t be nearly as hard as being left, Cam.
I felt like Barbie’s less-than-perfect friend.
Rule of thumb: when in doubt, find a marine.
Crazy. I went crazy.