In third period Math, we were forced to sit in alphabetical order. Which put me right behind Logan, who was throwing all those passes to Aiden in the scrimmage. He took off his navy blazer and when he leaned forward to write, I could see muscles bulging across his back and shoulders. I can already tell Math is going to suck, but at least I__l have a nice view.It__ like what Grandpa always says about real estate. Location, location, location.

He smiles._It__ a blinding, white-toothed smile._A push-me-over-the-edge-of-the-love-cliff smile._And before I can say a word in protest, he__ got my hand and is dragging me through the carnival.Note to self: Do not stare directly at his smile. It holds special powers.Also: Do not kiss him. His mouth is definitely the source of his power.

The jury__ still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

Cussing like a commoner wasn't something I was tested on. I picked that habit up outside of high school.

How many kids are in the Graveyard?""A bunch.""Who sends your supplies?""George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget.""How often do you receive new arrivals?""About as often as you beat your wife.

Flirt with the old ladies and you__l be fine,_ I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. __s that how you get by?_ __oesn__ work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?_ I paused and glanced at my nails. __eah, doesn__ work on them either.