At least no one's trying to kill anyone.
Give them about fifteen minutes
Exactly. They're stupid. Who cares?"
"I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid." She waved her hand. The moon blew away.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye.
Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her.
Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.
I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.
Kami GarciaNo, books. She would have maybe twenty going at a time, lying all over our house--on the kitchen table, by her bed, the bathroom, our car, her bags, a little stack at the edge of each stair. And she'd use anything she could find for a bookmark. My missing sock, an apple core, her reading glasses, another book, a fork.
Kami GarciaGet the hell away from my boyfriend, witch."
Boyfriend.
Was that what I was?
I tried to smile. Instead, I blacked out.
A random crack in the old plaster in the corner behind her seemed to grow, until it curled its way across the ceiling, circled the frosted chandelier, and swirled its way back down. It looked like a heart. A giant, looping, girly heart had just appeared in the cracking plaster of her bedroom ceiling.
"Lena."
"Yeah?"
"Is your ceiling about to fall in on our heads?"
She turned and looked at the crack. When she saw it, she bit her lip, and her cheeks turned pink. "I don't think so. It's just a crack in the plaster."
"Were you trying to do that?"
"No." A creeping pink spread across her nose and cheeks. She looked away.
I leaned down and kissed her mouth. It tasted salty, like her tears. This time, not warmth, but electricity shot from my mouth to my toes. I could feel tingling in my fingertips. It was like shoving a pen into an electrical outlet, which Link had dared me to do when I was eight years old. She closed her eyes and pulled me into her, and for a minute, everything was perfect. She kissed me, her lips beneath mine, and I knew she had been waiting for me, maybe just as long as I have been waiting for her. But then, as quickly as she had opened herself up to me, she shut me out. Or more accurately, pushed me back.
Kami GarciaSharpie?
A mischievous smile spread across her face.
I thought you said you couldn't control your powers.
Beginner's luck.
Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.
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