I'm just really active in the fandom."
"What the fuck is 'the fandom'?

You don’t have any friends, your sister dumped you, you’re a freak eater..and you’ve got some weird thing about Simon Snow."

"I object to every single thing you just said."

Reagan chewed. And frowned. She was wearing dark red lipstick.

"I have lots of friends," Cath said.

"I never see them."

"I just got here. Most of my friends went to other schools. Or they’re online."

"Internet friends don’t count."

"Why not?"

Reagan shrugged disdainfully.

"And I don’t have a weird thing with Simon Snow," Cath said. "I’m just really active in the fandom."

"What the fuck is ‘the fandom’?

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you taste? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you? . . . Bah.

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?

I didn't want to like him back. I tried to be mean to him."

"I thought you were just mean," Reagan said. "I liked that about you.