"You put it down like New York City, I never sleep, Wild like Los Angeles! My fan-,whoa," I collided with Darius's chest, now this felt like Steel. I rubbed my nose looking up at a disappointed man
“I’d rather do something else. No offense, to Dr. Mcdreamy or anything, but I just don’t feel like staying in tonight.”
“Please pass your completed worksheet to the front of your rows. The homework assignment is written on the bored,” Mrs. Evers announced from the comfy chair at her desk.
OMG SAME except it's Mrs.... In this case it should be Mrs Heyeood?? Sigh.....
“I’m not moving,” I told Shawn, holding onto Mr. Heywood harder. “I’m not leaving Chris.”
IM THE MAN WHO CANT BE MOVED
“Paper or plastic?”
This could be the 10th time I'm reading this? Idk I lost count. It's too goooooooood!!!