Split Second

He sighed. "Does it get tiring?" "What?" "Always thinking you're right." I smiled. "No, not really. It's other people not realizing I'm right that gets tiring.

Dad, she's beautiful. I remember where she was standing.

My mom always tells me that if I feel like punching someone, first I have to say something nice to them. Out loud. If I still feel like punching them, they probably deserve it.

Once Addie let someone in, she was impossible to forget. There was something about her that crawled inside a person and built a nice comfy home there, her goodness expanding until it filled every limb.

Thanks for choosing me, Addison.

Thank you," he whispered against my hair. "How did that taste in your mouth?" He laughed. "Awful.

Why are you lying to me? I'm so tired of people lying to me. Do I not deserve the truth? Do I look like someone who can't handle it?

Because no one frustrates me quite as much as you do." Totally true. "Soon, the thought of your face will do it, but now, it seems I need your annoying presence as well.

I had seen a different side of her, the one where she didn't feel threatened by me, and I liked that side. That side was vulnerable and happy and kind.

Look at me, making one of your dreams come true. You and your Norm truck driving around Normville." "You're practically a god.

A wrong was just righted. Take care of my best friend.

I thought I wanted these memories, but now I realize he hardly knows me.

Thank you.” “How’d those words taste in your mouth?” “Awful.” He smiled. We stood there in silence. He didn’t offer to let me in, and I knew it was because he wanted me to ask. He liked to make things hard on me. “Can I come in?” “Why?” “Because I want to talk.” “Why?” “Because you’re here, and I want to know why.” He rolled his eyes and started to shut the door. I put my hand on the edge. “Because you need me, and I’ve never needed anyone more than I need you.” He pulled me inside and against him before I even finished the sentence.

And none of you teenagers have cell phones?" I wasn't sure what Addie's plan was, but I stepped forward to help her lie her way out of this one. I could tell she wasn't going to answer right. I pointed to all of us in turn, starting with Addie. "She got grounded from hers." Then to Duke. "His fell in the toilet yesterday." Then to Trevor. "His got stolen at a football game." And then pulled mine out. "And mine is out of batteries.

He looked up the stairs and then back to me. “You came out of nowhere.” “No, I was on my way down too. You probably didn’t see me. I’m just glad he’s okay.

You're tall, young man." "Yes, I am." "How long have you been that tall?" "Um . . ." He smiled, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "A while now.

It’s entitled ‘Revenge.’ Subtitled ‘How to pay Duke back for using not only his ability but his exceptionally good looks against two unsuspecting, perfectly innocent girls.

Is this Journey? Are you grieving to Journey?

It would let him know we were there, always watching, able to get in whenever we want. Plus I’ve always kind of wanted to put lipstick on him. He has amazing lips.” After she said it, she realized she shouldn’t have and dropped her gaze.

There are bands of this era that are perfectly acceptable to cry to.

A certain night in a certain train?" "Stop. I need to concentrate." "You need to concentrate on a certain night in a certain train?

her. Once Addie let someone in, she was impossible to forget. There was something about her that crawled inside a person and built a nice comfy home there,

Yes. So what are you packing for your dad’s house? Six weeks is a long time.

Pride coursed through my chest. Something that had been stolen by an ability was now returned by one. Without another word, Connor let go and climbed into the truck.

Not at all. What about you? How does it feel to know that even though you have an advanced mind, the girl you love wants me?