Son," he said, "you monkeyed up.

“I swear, Tiff, if my ass made good grades, you'd want to date my ass.”

“You know what I think?" Chloe asked. She was going to tell me whether I wanted …”

“I shrugged off his arm. “That’s right. Fourteen-year-old boys have better taste…”

“Did he want Nick to die on the floor of his bathroom from an overdose of mentho…”