“No te amo. Amo a mi familia y tal vez a
Casey y Jessica, pero el amor romántico lleva años y años en aparecer. Entonces no te amo. Pero admitiré que he pensado mucho en ti últimamente y definitivamente tengo sentimientos por ti… Otros sentimientos además de odio mayormente. Y tal vez es posible que en el futuro pueda amarte. Pero todavía quiero matarte la mayor parte del tiempo.”
― The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
Casey y Jessica, pero el amor romántico lleva años y años en aparecer. Entonces no te amo. Pero admitiré que he pensado mucho en ti últimamente y definitivamente tengo sentimientos por ti… Otros sentimientos además de odio mayormente. Y tal vez es posible que en el futuro pueda amarte. Pero todavía quiero matarte la mayor parte del tiempo.”
― The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
“Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought.
“Kiss you.”
“That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter.
“No, but it made you blush.”
― Hush, Hush
“Kiss you.”
“That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter.
“No, but it made you blush.”
― Hush, Hush
“I shook my head. "Don’t bother making excuses," I said. "Don’t waste your time because, the fact is, I am the Duff. But so is everyone else in the world. We’re all fucking Duffs."
"I’m not the Duff," Wesley said confidently.
"That’s because you don’t have friends."
"Oh. Right.”
― The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
"I’m not the Duff," Wesley said confidently.
"That’s because you don’t have friends."
"Oh. Right.”
― The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
“Wesley Rush no persigue a las chicas, pero te está persiguiendo a ti.”
― The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
― The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
“I squinted at the cue ball, then at the triangle of balls farther down the table.
“You’re a tiny bit off,” I said.
I felt him smile. “How much you want to bet?”
“Five dollars.”
I felt him give a soft shake of his head.
“Your jacket.”
“You want my jacket?”
“I want it off.”
― Hush, Hush
“You’re a tiny bit off,” I said.
I felt him smile. “How much you want to bet?”
“Five dollars.”
I felt him give a soft shake of his head.
“Your jacket.”
“You want my jacket?”
“I want it off.”
― Hush, Hush
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