Cross!" I called. I just couldn't bring myself to say "Archer" out loud. I'd have felt like I was in an episode of Masterpiece Theatre: "Archer! Let us fetch a spot of tea, old boy!

It's like a natural law that my mother can never look anything less than obscenely beautiful. Even though she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, heads turned in her direction.Or maybe they were staring at me as I tried to discreetly wipe sweat from between my breasts without appearing to get to second base with myself. Hard to say.

At her door, Jenna stopped. "Soph, I really am--""Jenna, if you say sorry one more time, I'm going to punch you in your tiny pink head.

So you’re the demon spawn,” Finley spit out.“Finn!” Aislinn snapped. Huh. So at least one of the Brannicks hated me. Weirdly, that made mefeel better. That was normal. And if there was one thing I knew how to deal with, it was Mean Girls.“I actually go by Sophie.

By the time I was finished, Dad looked older and sadder than I'd ever seen him. "None of this makes any sense.""I'm beginning to think I should make that the title of my autobiography.

I moved to the center of the room, my strappy sandals clacking on the marble floor. "I'm assuming this is where the punishment part comes in," I said. "So do I need to clean all these mirrors, or do I have to, like, stare at myself until I feel shamed or something?

Archer is it hot anymore," I'd fired back. "He tried to kill me, and his girlfriend is Satan.