Damn, girl. You space so hard, you ought to look into a career at NASA.

“Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything…”

“Better broke than dead.”

“She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkl…”

“Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.”