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Something in Andrew sparks alive, sharp and hot and right over his ribcage and entirely wrong, and then it’s gone again before Andrew has the chance to catch it and crush it into dust. But it makes him wrap his fingers tighter around the hard stick of his racquet

“He has everything, even when he’s lost everything, and I’m—” A runaway, a liar. Nothing in the grand scheme of things, it seems. “—nothing. I’ll always have and be nothing.”
Interesting how Andrew has always said he wants nothing…

“He has everything, even when he’s lost everything, and I’m—” A runaway, a liar. Nothing in the grand scheme of things, it seems. “—nothing. I’ll always have and be nothing.”
Interesting how Andrew has always said he wants nothing…

He avoids looking at Neil with his dark hair and blue, blue eyes the whole time. There’s something oddly fascinating about Neil, maybe it’s the unexpected truth he gave for free, maybe it’s the way he pushes the ice cream away from himself. Whatever it is, Andrew knows that once he starts looking at him, it’ll be impossible to stop and Andrew can’t do this, not here and not now.

“We already talked about this. I don’t ask.” Andrew looks at him again, the dark hair and clothing and the bright eyes, and removes his hand. There’s something blooming inside of him and Andrew buries it viciously before it has the chance to grow. His skin prickles where he had touched Neil, as if Andrew is charged with electricity. “We’re going.”

"Andrew remembers letting out a snort. The only two things that hold his attention for more than two seconds, that attach themselves to his thoughts like glue and pull in only one direction instead of twenty at the same time are Renee, and irritatingly enough, Neil."

Oh, how interesting

Andrew lets go of Neil, fire alive under his skin where they touched, and holds up five fingers. He smiles at Neil through them. “You’ll have five days to meet the others. Five days of practices and all of Coach’s ridiculous bonding nonsense.” He puts his hand back in his lap. “Then it’s our turn on Friday. You can get to know us off the court.”

“It’s an open book—,” he says, and thinks of Neil with his eyes finding every exit to a room in a matter of seconds and his duffle bag and the contact lenses and the way he looks at Kevin. There’s something so very obvious about him, and yet Andrew still can’t put his finger on what exactly it is. “—but written in a language I don’t speak.”

Oh, I say in my best Andrew Minyard voice

took a pee break but im locked now

i would like to remind everybody i am reading this book for an essay and not out of my own volition

actually crazy

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