Midnight

“How's your scratch, Henri?" I asked.
He snorted and leaned against the dresser. "You mean the shotgun blast in my side? It's wonderful. I have about eighty pellet-size scars to show for it."
"Dude," Dub said, plopping down in one of the chairs, "Who gets shot with their own gun? Embarrassing, if you ask me."
Henri gave Dub's chair a hard shove with his foot. Dub laughed, and Henri rolled his eyes.”
― Kelly Keaton, A Beautiful Evil

“The fact that students passed him by in uniform and he was standing there in torn jeans and faded old concert T-shirt made me smile. The rebel in me could totally relate.
I stopped in front of him. "They're not going to let you stay in school dressed like that. I got a huge lecture for wearing a black shirt the other day."

He glanced my outfit, which didn't really diverge from my normal fashion, and arched an eyebrow. Black cargo pants, white tank, grey zip-up hoodie, with a blade strapped to my thigh and a dagger in my boot.

"What? Pants are black. Shirt is white. Blade stays." I grinned wider. "Because I'm special.”
― Kelly Keaton, A Beautiful Evil

“I find it very hard to believe she would simply send you both back unharmed," Josephine said.
"And I couldn't care less," I said tiredly, "about setting your mind at ease, Josephine."
"Why, you belligerent little-”
― Kelly Keaton, A Beautiful Evil

“He turned his head, a grin playing on his lips. Then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.
"What was that for?"
"Because you're a good person, Ari, one of the best. And because it sounds like we're about to get into trouble again."
Which translated into: Whatever happened, we were in this together.”
― Kelly Keaton, A Beautiful Evil