Sorry," Cath said, rubbing her eyes. Levi had been needling her all night. Teasing her. Trying to get her to come out of her head and play. "I just need to finish this chapter if I want Wren to read it before she falls asleep.

-Si vas por ahí sonriendo a todo el mundo, ¿cómo se supone que debo sentirme cuando me sonríes a mí?
-¿Cómo te sientes cuando te sonrío?
-Como una idiota. Y me gustaría que no dejaras de hacerlo nunca.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you taste? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you? . . . Bah.

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

I didn't want to like him back. I tried to be mean to him."

"I thought you were just mean," Reagan said. "I liked that about you.

What would we do together?" Cath asked. "He'd want to go to the bar,and I'd want to stay home and write fanfiction.