You know, for someone named Pepper, you're pretty salty about losing.

Eh, it's all fun and games until they swore up and down they were teaching me how to say 'good morning' in Tagalog and I ended up telling Mickey to 'go eat shit.''Even in the depths of my possibly bottomless self-pity, that gets a laugh out of me.Leo knocks his shoulder into mine, another reminder of how fast we've filled up the air between us. 'Yeah, yeah, kumain ng tae.

It’s weird, how you have no idea how far you’ve come until suddenly you can’t find the way back.

There's nothing quite as awkward as living in a shadow that is quite literally the same shape as yours.

Approximately eighteen hours after my kiss with Jack Campbell—my kiss with Jack Campbell—I am sitting at a card table with Pooja in the front entrance of the school behind our veritable army of baked goods, overanalyzing the situation to such an absurd degree, it is now less of a kiss and more of an FBI investigation.

The feeling was enough, I think. Just to know it. To have it in my bones, make it a part of my history. There was a beautiful 'before,' without an 'after' to wreck it on the other side.

I want you to be happy,' he says.Of all the things he's ever said to me, this might be the worst. Because I know what would make me happy, and it's not something he can give.

I don't even make it to the bed, sitting on the floor for no real reason, really, except the bed seems too comfortable, and I don't deserve to ride this misery out in any kind of comfort.

You can’t just casually tell someone you carry caramel sauce around and walk away like that’s a normal thing,” I call at her retreating back. “What other emergency dessert condiments do you have stashed in your bag?

Are you a witch?” I ask, reaching in and taking a bite of one. It’s like Monster Cake, the Sequel—freaking Christmas in my mouth. I already want more before I’ve even managed to chew.