Sophia

“She’s a princess and you’re a jock,” he says. He thrusts his chin toward Bronwyn, then at Nate. “And you’re a brain. And you’re a criminal. You’re all walking teen-movie stereotypes.” “What about you?” Bronwyn asks. She’s been hovering near the window, but now goes to her desk and perches on top of it. She crosses her legs and pulls her dark ponytail over one shoulder. Something about her is cuter this year. New glasses, maybe? Longer hair? All of a sudden, she’s kind of working this sexy-nerd thing. “I’m the omniscient narrator,” Simon says. Bronwyn’s brows rise above her black frames. “There’s no such thing in teen movies.” “Ah, but Bronwyn.” Simon winks and chugs his water in one long gulp. “There is such a thing in life.”
― Karen M. McManus, One of Us Is Lying