Plus, no matter how many times I'd brushed my teeth in Casey's bathroom (after half an hour she'd knocked on the door to make sure I was okay), the taste of disgusting, womanizing bastard was still in my mouth. Ugh!

I told you, I’m awesome at everything,” he teased, putting the PS3 controller on the floor between us. “That includes video games.”I watched as the character Wesley had been operating moved across the screen, doing some sort of odd victory dance. “Not fair,” I muttered. “Your sword was bigger than mine.”“My sword is bigger than everyone’s.

Where are you going?” Wesley asked in a semi-sleepy voice.“Home.” I pulled on my jeans. “I’ve gotta take a shower and get ready for school.”He pushed himself up on one elbow to look at me. His hair was a mess, brown curls falling into his eyes and sticking up in the back. “You can shower here,” he offered. “I might even join you if you’re lucky.

There’s more to this amazing body than awe-inspiring abs. I have a pair of ears, too, and they happen to work superbly.

Paper cuts are like battle scars for the academic...I, on the other hand, am best friends with Wikipedia.

I, on the other hand, am best friends with Wikipedia.' 'You know that site is woefully inaccurate a lot of the time, right? Because anyone can change the information.' 'Yep. I'm the girl changing the information to make it woefully inaccurate.' 'So half the high schoolers around the country have you to thank for their failing grades on research papers.' 'Yes, sir. I'm practically a celebrity. Or I would be if it wasn't anonymous.

...he was the last person I expected to find on the Rushes' front porch. Well, okay. Maybe no the last. That title most likely belonged to the Queen of England or the reanimated corpse of Edgar Allan Poe.