“You should be more careful. Miss Lynn really doesn't like you."I sighed, pulling out my gym clothes. What school chooses yellow and brown for their colors? Gross. Just,gross. "The feeling is mutual.”

“A verbal ménage à trois,” Della said.“Gross,” Miranda said.“You wanna hear gross?” Della asked. “I just peed on my hand tryingto piss on this damned drug stick while talking on the phone to you.”Kylie laughed. “I miss you guys.” The sound of a toilet flushing filledthe line.“Oh, double gross,” Miranda snapped. “I told you not to flush while Iwas on the phone.”

“I don’t have enough gross words in my gross vocabulary to describe how gross that gross thought is. Gross.”

“I've been looking forward to this for weeks. You don't even know. It's like, gross hunter, gross hunter, gross hunter, puppet show!”

“Ectoplasmic plane? What the devil is that? (Simone)It’s jargon from those of us who are corporeally challenged. It’s the great beyond where we bounce into each other like floundering atoms. It’s really kind of gross – which is why I hang out with you. But only because you’re less gross than they are. (Jesse)”

“How are you feeling?"I leaned away from him. "Gross."Aiden frowned. "Gross?""I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face in days. Don't come near me."He laughed. "Alex, come on.""Seriously, I'm gross." I put my hand over my mouth.Ignoring my protests, he leaned over and brushed my string hair back. "You're as beautiful as always, Alex."I stared at him. He must not get out much.”