Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked
"Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me."
I glared. "We're not.

Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia.

"Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends.

Okay?Okay?" People in the hall stared at us. I realized I was practically shouting. "He's out of his mind. He set Ralf on fire. I thought we decided you weren't going to see him anymore.”
"You decided, Rose. Not me." There was an edge in her voice I hadn't heard in a while.
"What's going on here? Are you guys…you know?…”
"No!" she insisted. "I told you that already.God." She shot me a look of disgust. "Not everyone thinks—and acts—like you.”
I flinched at the words.

And you know,you really have made your point with Aaron and Mia. You don't have to keep him around to keep hanging out with the royals.”
"Why do I keep getting the feeling you don't like him anymore?”
"I like him okay—which is about as much as you like him. And I don't think you should get hot and sweaty with people you only like 'okay'.“
Lissa widened her eyes in pretend astonishment. "Is this Rose Hathaway talking? Have you reformed? Or do you have someone you like 'more than okay'?”
"Hey" I said uncomfortably, "I'm just looking out for you.That, and I never noticed how boring Aaron is before.”
She scoffed. "You think everyone's boring.”
"Christian isn't.

Good God. Men everywhere.

Adrian rolled his eyes. "I'm kind of surprised to find you lecturing about underage girls.