Leah on the Offbeat (Creekwood, #2)

by Becky Albertalli

But what it really comes down to is that they always have my back. And vice versa. Like, when Anna got the norovirus last year, Morgan and I reenacted the fight she missed in the lunchroom. In seventh grade, I drew fifty-six posters to help Morgan protest the school’s racist Thanksgiving play. And when Simon and Nick disappear into boyfriend- and girlfriend-land, Morgan and Anna are there to be cynical assholes with me. I don’t even care if they like Journey. They’re the best squad in the world.

That has to be the best part of being in love—the feeling of having a home in someone else’s brain.

hate when assholes have talent. I want to live in a world where good people rule at everything and shitty people suck at everything. In short: I want Martin Addison’s voice to crack like an earthquake.

“I want you to let things be imperfect.”

“Please tell me you’re not asking Wells to buy me a fucking bra.” “Why not?” The phone starts ringing. “Because it’s a bra.” “So?” “So, that’s disgusting.” “What, a bra? You’re grossed out by bras?” I open my mouth, but she just keeps talking. “Man, if you can’t handle bras, wait till you learn about boobs—hi,