"Sure, you annoyed me at school, and yet… I don't know." "You annoyed me," I say. "Even before Kennedy. I thought you were irritatingly perfect. I was jealous of you." Curtis's eyes widen, and I'm surprised at his surprise. "It didn't help that you're so hot, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself otherwise." His eyes crinkle with amusement, then another, stranger, emotion. "Deep down, I always knew you were gorgeous," he says.
YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME axting like two school girls kicking their feet up UGH /cute
