Me neither,” Shane put in. “Homie don’t play that.”
“I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,” Amelie said.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?'

'Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

No, not you two. Stay here.'
'Does he just not get how unfair and sexist that is?' Eve asked. 'Men.'
'You really want to go first?'
'Of course no. But I'd like the chance to refuse to go first.