“My name's Jet Steele.”

“Is Adrian here?”“Who?”“Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.”She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?”“I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?”The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.”

“Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.”

“I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...]Instead he kissed me.”

“the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.”

“what's your name?"what?" i asked, squinting at the light.your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.you know my name."I want you to tell me."Rose. Rose Hathaway."Do you know your birthday?"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,”

“The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.”