Setting Out Around Midnight, I Couldn't Help

A Girl Just Asked For Sat Scores Good Enough To Get Her Into Yale. I Think She Was Nine.

Really, Sage? A Date?” I Sighed. “yes, Adrian. A Date.” “a Real Date. Not, Like, Doing Homework Together,” He Added. “i Mean Like Where You Go Out To A Movie Or Something. And A Movie That’s Not Part Of A School Assignment. Or About Something Boring.” “a Real Date.

That Was Ridiculous," I Told Dorian, Once She'd Left. "she's Not The Kind Of Person To Fall For Your Flirting." "on The Contrary," Said Dorian. "she's Exactly The Kind Of Person To Fall For It. I Understand These Warrior Maids, You Know. They Live Such Harsh, Cold Lives, Always Trying To Keep Up With The Men... When Really, They Just Need Someone To Make Them Feel Like A Woman. And That, Of Course, Is An Area In Which I Excel. Why, If I'd Had Ten Minutes Alone With Her—

I Don't Care," Said Seth. "i Would Have Done It. I Would Have Sold My Soul For You. You And Me...i Told You. Something's Always Going To Keep Us Near Each Other...even If We Aren't Together.

I’m Sorry Ma’am,” I Said. Really, I Had No Idea What Else To Say. I’d Spent The Weekend Caught Up In An Epic Battle To Save Humanity, And Now… Jean Shorts?