“Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.”
“Boys do not have the monopoly in Staring Business, after all.”
“You're staring," Lana said."Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.”
“This boy was so far out of my league it was embarrassing. I found myself staring at him, trying to find some minute flaw that might justify dragging him back to my level. Finding nothing, I decided that having a dimple on only one cheek was practically a deformity.”
“He sits next to me and puts his arm on the back of my chair, leaning close. I don't stare back -- I refuse to stare back.I stare back.”
“Flea stared at us, "I can't decide what's worse. Losing family members or not having a family member to lose.”