I hit him playfully on the shoulder. “You make me sound like such a pig.” He threw his hands up in the air. “Well, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck— ” “—it’s a pig?” I finished for him. “Exactly.

I was wondering if I could talk to you?” I fiddled with one of the drawstrings of my hoodie [...] “Talk?” He stared up at me with a blank expression. I hated blank expressions, because people only used them when they didn’t want to show what they were really feeling. And I really sucked at trying to figure out what people were feeling. “Yeah,” I said, rather condescendingly. “You know, that thing you do where you open your mouth and words come out?

Don't go throwing stones in your glass house, because you're bound to get cut.

Wow, your ego is massive. How do you manage to walk around all day without toppling over from the weight of it all?

Talk?" "Yeah," I said, rather condescendingly. "You know, that thing you do where you open your mouth and words come out?

Oh, this isn't chivalry." Jase rached into the trunk of the car and retrieved another bag. "It's common courtesy, really." "And apparently modesty isn't dead either

The day I fall in love with you for real will be the same day they open up a ski resort in Hell.” “Splendid. That can be our first date.” He flashed me a grin which, even in the dark, managed to sparkle.