“He…He’s beautiful.” “I already called dibs,” I informed her and banged my hands twice on the table, demanding she adhere to the dibs rule. She snapped her attention back to me. “No, you didn’t! You never said dibs.” “DIBS!” I… — Michelle Flick Copy Share Image
“Finn.” “Victor.” “Awkward.” I looked at both their faces but neither seemed to really notice I was there. The second pissing for distance contest… — Michelle Flick Copy Share Image
“There was no reason not to be blunt. “Are you dating Maddison Lockehart?” “Are you?” “What?” He said it so quickly I didn’t catch… — Michelle Flick Copy Share Image
“But, what if? Hadn’t we wondered as little girls if we were the only ones with the ability? Were we the only freaks? Were… — Michelle Flick Copy Share Image
“He…He’s beautiful.” “I already called dibs,” I informed her and banged my hands twice on the table, demanding she adhere to the dibs rule.… — Michelle Flick Copy Share Image
“Maybe he thinks wild translates into easy, Ryder said. Or maybe he likes wild, I responded. Maybe, but I bet he thinks you’re easy.… — Michelle Flick Copy Share Image
