" Dooney glances up at me, appraising me €”as if he's never seen me before; as if we haven't been in the same class at school since fifth grade. He's looking at me through the new girl-Ben-thinks-is-hot glasses he got yesterday. He's smiling in a way that isn't a dare. This isn't the leering challenge he fixes on the cheerleaders or the taunting smirk he reserves for girls he'd never give a second thought. It's as close as John Doone gets to kindness. Still, something about it makes my skin crawl. "

― Aaron Hartzler , What We Saw