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41 " Without another word, I turn my back and start for my Jeep, wondering if he can hear how loudly he's made my heart pound. “Okay then, see you after school, Jess. It's a date. We'll have some fun! Good luck on your afternoon final!” He sounds like a stupid megaphone. When I don't answer and hunch my shoulders, his low laugh adds a trail of goose bumps coursing down my neck. "
― Anne Eliot , Almost
42 " Soy una victima en mi propia guerra. "
43 " Suspiro y me muevo a estudiar los carteles de películas: el Sr. Darcy con su mano en la mejilla de Elizabeth hace nada por mí, más que querer escupir. Puede ser que la ame, pero durante toda su vida, Sr. Darcy quiso ser un desgraciado irritable. Edward Cullen, con sus brazos alrededor de Bella protectoramente mientras Jacob mira hacia ellos, me hace querer vomitar. ¿Y ellos llamaron a su bebe Renesme? POR FAVOR. Jack y Rose del Titanic me tienen apretando los puños. Rose debió abandonarlo ese día. Si lo hubiera hecho, podrían haber llegado a la balsa salvavidas. Romeo y Julieta se ven como idiotas para mí ahora. Ellos sabían que no funcionaria. Romeo nunca debería haber vuelto a su balcón. Fue su estúpida culpa. Él lo sabía. Si él simplemente no hubiera intentado, ambos habrían vivido. ¿Y quién bebe estúpido veneno para resolver sus problemas? Lamentable. Patético. Todos ellos. "
44 " Say something, Jess. Say anything. And just when I'm about to think of what I should say next, my mouth goes into whacked overdrive like I'm possessed. “The graphic art in Clone Wars is my favorite,” I say. “I love how they drew the characters. You know—how everything looks so angular and—” My words tangle and freeze when my brain finally arrives to shut it down. Say something but NOT THAT, you psycho! “Clone Wars. Love it, do I? Yesss.” He's actually responded in a Yoda voice! I blink. His eyes are kind, sparkling with laughter and still, all too green. Yoda green! "
45 " I’m living in fiction. It’s perfectly okay to be in love with any and all fictional boyfriends, even if they aren’t yours. "
46 " I pass off a few more résumés and jet away from her and that cinnamon smell, reserving the last paper in my hand so I can finish reading it. “Whoa—hello. What's this?” I mumble, staring at the paper. “Jess Jordan's How to be Normal Checklist, by Kika Jordan? Who's Kika?” I laugh. The way her face has turned whiter than the ice at the sports complex, I think this paper is no joke. “Kika's my little sister. Hand that over!” Do the right thing. Like she said, this is private information. None of my business. Only, it could possibly be my business. Indirectly. Not her fault…not mine… Jess's eyes have turned wild, exposed. “She made the list for me—as a joke. It's revenge. Last week I made her one on personal hygiene called: How NOT to Repel All Mankind. "
47 " I’ll make sure you forget every guy but me, Jess Jordan. And that’s a promise I mean to keep.”Oh, that voice. "
48 " No es un maldito “llanto de ayuda” así que retrocede, Sir Lancelot. Estaciona tu corcel blanco en la vida de otra chica. "
49 " He’s so good at his job, that I’ve fallen for him, the mirage of him being my boyfriend, all of it. Like everyone else. Like an idiot. "
50 " I love it. I mean – it’s great. You – how beautiful you look. It threw me off. And you have no idea how much I love peach pie, a-la-mode. Sorry… sue me, dock my pay, but damn, girl. You’ve turned me into a stuttering fool. "
51 " - Me odias x lo q dije anoche?- Yo no quiero—puedo odiarte. Te quiero. Stas lista para hablar?- No. No más hablar.- Lo haremos. Estoy en camino. Y Vamos a hablar, esta vez con MSH PSH.- NO!! NO!! Basta de hablar. EEEP. SB! SB!- Traduce: EEEP y BS? X favor. No entiendo.Al abrir completamente la puerta, mi teléfono vibra y suena de nuevo.Leo su respuesta mientras corro.- EEEP = Estoy En El Porche.SB = Solo Besarse.Entonces podemos hablar. "
52 " I hope he approves of my carefully chosen Geekstuff.com outfit: the Ultimate Long-Safari-Skirt. Color: Puce. Sale price: $42.95. I've combined it with the Peter Pan Office Shirt, color: bright-white. Price $34.00. An item that has never been marked up or down for the past two years. A point I can't wait to bring up during my interview. "
53 " look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet. “You're doing it again,” she says. “What?” “You're turning all pasty and greenish. And you're muttering to yourself again. Can't you at least hide your complete aversion to me? A few more minutes in your company and I might as well go tie myself to a train track. "
54 " Eres una chica con mucha suerte.Nada sucedió. No pasó nada.Pensé que él era agradable.Vamos. Amigo. Salgamos de aquí.¿Qué hiciste? Eres un imbécil.Nada. No pasó nada. No hice nada. Juroque ella quería esto.Espera. Por favor. No me dejes aquí.Lo siento. Lo siento tanto… no puedodesatar el nudo…No es su culpa. Jess, nada de esto es tu culpa.Pero lo es. Le creí cuando me llamó hermosa.Nada sucedió. No realmente.Lo siento tanto.Eres una chica con mucha, mucha suerte. "
55 " Pero... después es demasiado tarde. He aprendido esa lección. No hay re-plays o puntos por penalización en la vida real, sin importar lo válidas y reales que podrían ser las faltas "
56 " Lucky. Lucky. Lucky girl.Nothing happened.Nothing happened. "
57 " Person slaughtered: Me.Method used: Dimple.The guy has a dimple. Of course he does. To match the Hollywood chin divot. To make the lump on my forehead pound even harder.Pointes for Gray Porter: 3,000,000-bajallion, trillion to the millionth power. "
58 " If only Gray Porter had never wandered into my dreams.Including the good, waking ones. "
59 " Person slaughtered: Me. Method used: Dimple. The guy has a dimple. "
60 " Yo QT. r u there? I dart Kika a glance. “What does that mean? He called me a Q-tip?” Kika laughs and sits next to me. “Read it out loud. It will make more sense.” “Yo-Q-T ru there. Q…T…?” “Q "