Chapter 8 Aurora (Age Fifteen)
- I grin, studying him. He said he doesn't want to be called pretty and suddenly, I feel the urge to push his button. I've never felt like this and I like it, all the agony I felt a minute ago seems to have disappeared into thin air. So what do I do? I push the big red button that says do not push.
- “Well, I'm looking at you and in all honesty, I think you're pretty. People always tell me I'm pretty but looking at you, you're the pretty one and sorry but words don't do you justice.” I grin, letting my flirtatious words do the poking for me.
- “Watch it preschool, not so long ago you were crying because your boyfriend dumped you-”