Amanda

“Noah tomó un sorbo antes de responder. Luego dijo: Alemán, Español, Holandés, Mandarín, y por supuesto, Francés.
Impresionante. “Di algo en Alemán” dije, y tomó un trago de la bebida. Era dulce, pero al final fuerte y picante. No estaba segura de gustarme.
“Scheide” dijo Noah.
Decidí darle a la bebida otro trago. “¿Que significa eso?” pregunté, luego tomé un sorbo.
“Vagina”
Casi me ahogué, y cubrí mi boca con mi mano. Después recobré la compostura, hablé: “Encantador. ¿Es todo lo que sabes?”
“En Alemán, Holandés y Mandarín, sí”
Sacudí mi cabeza. ¿Por qué, Noah, sabes la palabra vagina en cada lenguaje?
“Porque soy Europeo, y por lo tanto más culto que tú”
― Michelle Hodkin

“Asscrown," I muttered under my breath as I headed to my next class. I wasn't proud of swearing at a complete stranger, no. but he started it.

Noah matched my pace. "Don't you mean 'assclown'?" He looked amused.

"No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though I was reading from a dictionary of modern profanity.

"I guess you nailed me then.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“I opened my eyes and focused on his. “I’d be happier without you,” I lied as convincingly as I could. “Too bad.” Noah’s mouth curved into the half-smile I loved and hated so much, just inches from my navel. My head was foggy. “You’re supposed to say, ‘All I want is your happiness. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.’ “ “Sorry,” Noah said. “I’m just not that big of a person.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“How did you get my number?" I blurted, before I could stop myself.
"It's called research." I could hear him smirking over the phone.
"Or stalking."
Noah chuckled. "You're adorable when you're bitchy."
"You're not," I said, but smiled despite myself.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer