“Um,i'm going shopping for a dress for the Homecoming Dance with Miranda,Wyatt and Leif."Dank chuckled."So,Leif's wearing a dress?”

“You think this necklace is a tailsman?""Yep, I'm not stupid Leif. I hang with Death, ya know.”

“Leif's frown eased and he slid his finger under my chin and gently caressed my jaw line with the pad of his thumb."Pagan,will you do me the honor of being my date for Homecoming Dance?The prospect of not being able to hold you in my arms all night is heartbreaking."Mirand sighed from across the table."Okay,that was beautiful.Why didn't you ask me like that?"she asked Wyatt.Wyatt shot Leif an annoyed frown."Thanks,buddy.Next time you decide to break out your romantic side,could you do it alone?”

“Sabía que no podía decir las palabras que él quería oír. Leif era especial para mí, pero no lo quería, al menos no de la forma en que él me quería a mí”

“Was it possible I’d labeled him incorrectly? Shallow jocksdidn’t overcome adversity and accomplish the things Leif had. I’d labeled him, not even knowing him. Just because girls went gaga over him andevery boy wanted to be him didn’t make him a jerk. The only jerk in the room happened to be the judgmental, elitist female. Me.”

“Would you tell Dank that I will alway love him? That I'm sorry that I can't leave here. I'm protecting those I love. But I will think of him every day and I will hum his song to myself every night as I go to sleep.”

“Wyatt had planned a romantic evening and he'd been teasing her with little notes for weeks that left hints about what they would be doing. I walked into Miranda's bedroom and she'd taken all those notes off her mirror and had them on her bed in a circle around her. The bear he'd given her last year was sitting in her lap and the necklaced she'd saved so long for was in her hand. She was rubbing the smooth diamond as she stared at the notes in front of her.”