" She left and Cece said, “I love you.” “Do you?” After today I wasn’t so sure. “No.” She shook her head. “No, I only get up at the butt-crack of dawn so I can pretend we’re having breakfast together at our lockers. I don’t even have a seven o’clock class, you know. I dropped it after the first day.” “What!” “Then I have to haul ass down three flights of stairs to pass you in the hall between third and fourth period. And I stall around outside the restroom by the art studio so I can watch you walking down the hall. I’m late to algebra every day. I love the way you move, by the way. "

― , Keeping You a Secret