“I’m taking you out.” He winks at her. “I have to. It’s been written in the stars.”

“I’m going to take your shirt off. All right?”He laughs, his eyes locking with hers. “I have been waiting for a year to hear you say those words, Kiem. It’s not nearly as satisfying as I had imagined.”

“This sucks. You didn’t have to take chemistry or government or anything. And that is so unfair that she’s letting you take art.”“It’s because I’m cute.”“It’s because you brainwashed her.”“Jealous?” he asked, waving his schedule back and forth in front of my face.Like I was going to fall for that. “No.”“Liar.”Totally. But I’d never admit it.”

“You’ll come backTo me . . .It’s written in the stars, you see,you’ll come back.You’ll come back,it’s a factthat I am strong because I dobelieve in you.”

“Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.”

“He looked at her. “We’re meant to be together…”“And this is exactly what I mean.”“Our love is written in the stars.”“And there you go again.”“I love you.”“You bore me.”