Neferlexie

“Who knew that you would be The One," I smile, "which I guess makes me your Trinity."

"My Amidala."

"Your Zira."

"My Sylvia."

"Your..." I scour my brain, trying to remember some other great sci-fi love interest.

"Ha! I'm your Saphira," I settle back smugly, only for Trevor to start laughing.

"Saphira is a dragon.”
― Cindy C. Bennett, Geek Girl

“He grins as he straightens and walks toward me, the grin that brings out the dimples and nearly takes my knees out. I'm such a marshmallow.”
― Cindy C. Bennett, Geek Girl

“No, I don't party; no, I don't dress in black leather and chains; that's not my style. That's how I was raised. I worry about getting good grades and I go to church and I watch sci-fi movies and I generally follow the rules. Most people would call me a geek or a nerd. You've called me that many times. But that isn't everything that defines me. I mean, look at me, sitting here in a rainstorm under a tree that's probably going to kill us when the lightning hits it, holding the hand of a pretty cool girl who really is the opposite of me, a girl that I happen to be in love with. A girl I couldn't have imagined would want to be with me. But here she is, letting me hold her hand, trying to tell me why she isn't good enough for me. That's crazy.”
― Cindy C. Bennett, Geek Girl

“Trevor : “Who says that you’re not good?” He sounds a little angry.
“Who says that, Jen? Kyle? Beth? Ella? Your mother? You? Who
gave any of you the right to decide who’s good and who’s not?”
― Cindy C. Bennett, Geek Girl