You’re impossible.” I sighed. “And really weird. No wonder Jared likes you.”“Is that a good thing or not?”I shrugged. “You two have bittersweet panty-dropping connection.”“Gross.

Pleasure to meet you, Prince Larden. The name is Lady Thaddea from House of Wright." "Yeah, I think I remember you, by the other name. You once kicked my royal ass.""Oh, so you decide we don't need to draw the line, no? Fine then, good to see you again, mate. You look, and smell, like a tuna who just saw a ghost.

I'm financially ugly.

I don’t have a crush on her! Yet!”“Say no more, Dylan-whatever your middle name is-Blair!”“David.”“Whatever. By the power and duty of big brother, I command you to not have a crush on my sister, until I know you better enough!”“That’s actually quite fair.” “But I don’t have a crush on her!

Don’t panic. Don’t panic.Someone opens the door.Do not panic.“Hi.”I’m smiling, but I find myself leaning awkwardly to my chair. Crap, I am panicked.