“Are you Evelyn Green?”“Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.”

“A few painful shifts and I was comfortable, in a not-going-to-die-right-now-but-maybe-later sort of way.”

“Do you have any sort of plan?” Jack asked.“Not really.”“Eh, just as well. It’ll be less of a disappointment when you fail.”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?”

“You seem to forget that I'm Evie's legal guardian.""And you seem to forget that there's absolutely nothing legal about your guardianship, considering all the documents were forged.”

“I want to get you out of here.""Don't you mean you want me to get you out of here?"He took my hand—yeah, my hand again. I was liking this. A lot. "No, I mean I want to get you out. This shouldn't be your life. You deserve a lot more. Like a locker.""And a driver's license?""Let's not get carried away.”

“And even though when he got older he had the potential to be quite popular (read:hello,hottie),he felt like no one could ever know the real him.Until me,that is.Which made me all sort of happy.”