Given that sin x = 1⁄4 and x is in Quadrant II, find the exact values of sin2 x and cos2 x WTF. He looked at this every day, and it was still like reading Chinese.
Brigid KemmererJust a girl in my math class"
"Just a girl, huh?"
Gabriel glared at him. "Just a girl."
Chris smiled. "So was Becca.
The first day you meet, you are friends. The next day, you are brothers.
Brigid KemmererScared of storms?”
She jumped. The voice had come from behind her, and she forced her hands to her sides, ready to feign nonchalance. “No,” she lied, starting to turn. “I’m just—”
Face-to-face with hotness.
Her tongue stumbled for a minute. She’d seen the Merrick twins around school, of course. But catching a glimpse down the hall wasn’t the same as being six inches away from one of them, getting an eyeful of the way his long-sleeve tee clung to muscled shoulders, or of the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw, or the depth of blue in his eyes.
Eyes that studied her a little too closely just now, a spark of amusement there.
You know," he said by way of greeting, "the night I caught you with Layne, I called you a future felon. I didn't realize you'd make good on that prediction so quickly."
"That night you dragged Layne out of my driveway, I called you an asshole. Guess we were both right.
Stichwörter: gabriel
Were you bluffing about getting out?"
Gabriel grabbed the door handle. When he was standing in the grit and rubble of the shoulder, feeling the rain trail down his collar, he hesitated before closing the door. "You know I don't even have a phone."
"Would now be a bad time for a joke about smoke signals?"
"Fuck you.
Stichwörter: gabriel
Michael always said if he could get them to eighteen without going to jail or getting a girl pregnant he'd consider it a success.
Brigid KemmererEverything he knew was with a girl. Like reciting a learned lesson, something he could do because he had to. This - this was new. And exciting. And primal and raw and right.
Brigid KemmererMichael walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "You all right?"
I made my twin brother hate me.
I can't try out for basketball.
I gave my number to some girl who thinks I'm a thug.
Gabriel looked back at his textbook. "Yeah. Fine.
She almost wished she smoked, so she could lie on the car’s hood, flick a lighter, and make up names for the constellations while nicotine burned her lungs.
Brigid KemmererStichwörter: stars night smoking lonely-nights
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