Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

Can You Ever Get Off For Good Behavior?" He Joked. I Gave Him What I Hoped Was A Seductive Smile As I Found My Seat. "sure," I Called Over My Shoulder. "if I Was Ever Good.

Look, Rose. You Don't Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You Already Got Me.

It'd Be Nice To Have Someone Who Understood Some Of The Things That Went On In My Head.

Even I Make Mistakes." I Put On My Brash, Overconfident Face. "i Know It's Hard To Believe—kind Of Surprises Me Myself—but I Guess It Has To Happen. It's Probably Some Kind Of Karmic Way To Balance Out The Universe. Otherwise, It Wouldn't Be Fair To Have One Person So Full Of Awesomeness.

Well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time.