You know more useless crap, St. Clair. Good thing you're so darn cute," Josh says.
St. Clair smiles. "At least 'cemetary' sounds classier. And you must admit-this place is pretty classy. Or,I'm sorry." He turns back to me. "Would you rather be at the Lambert bash? I hear Dave Higgenbottom is bringing his beer bong."
"Higgenbaum."
"That's what I said. Higgenbum."
"Oh,leave him alone.Besides, by the time this place closes, we'll still have plenty of time to party." I roll my eyes at this last word.None of us have plans to attend,despite what I told Dave yesterday at lunch.
St. Clair nudges me with a tall thermos. "Perhaps you're upset because he won't have the opportunity to woo you with his astonishing knowledge of urban street racing."
I laugh. "Cut it out."
"And I hear he has exquisite taste in film. Maybe he'll take you to a midnight showing of Scooby-Doo 2."
I whack St. Clair with my bag, and he dodges aside,laughing.

Author: Stephanie Perkins