Can two trapped people help each other, or will they simply bring each other more heart ache?

Jenna turned and shot her another worried look. Her tone was ultra soothing. “Yeah. I hear you. And I’m head over heels with Harry Potter andPeeta Mellark. Stay with me. Okay? I’m right here. I feel your love. Now feel mine and start walking.

Someone should give them all an A+ for chewing,” Vere whispered.

I repel all guys. Now I have proof. PROOF. Wait till Jenna hears. Maybe I need a different deodorant? She ran her tongue over her teeth. Or toothpaste?

Vere blinked. And blinked. And blinked. And blinked.OMG. Try to speak. Try.

He shrugged happily. “Let’s make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And I’m never lost. What say you, dork judge?

Charlie snorted. “Sure. Insta-friends with one of the world’s most famous rock stars. ZERO weirdness. Check. And you’re not my type either, dude.

Be all the dork that I can be?” he tried.Her turn. “Hamlet: To dork, or not to dork, that is the question.” She smiled proudly, thinking of another. “The apparel ‘oft proclaims the man!”He chuckled. “Hamlet again, but this time with an English accent: Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.

He shrugged, working to make her understand. “There’s whole YouTube montages playing still shots of my butt to music. I don’t take credit for it. My mom’s been paying a trainer for years. Oh, and my six-pack won a Fan’s Choice Award called the SixPackAttack. Three years running.

IN A WORLD WHERE BUNNIES RUN WILD