Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

Some girl named Eva has him convinced that you put out after one beer."
"What?" My voice was as shrill as the ringing tardy bell
"I personally don't believe it" he went on blithely, "and I have a Porsche. Not as much leg room as a Beamer, but so much hotter, I'm told.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

When people inexplicably dissapeared into thin air, it was usually because they had a new zip code. Something like 666

I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes.
I needed to stop looking at him in general.