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“—En París, es común reconocer a alguien atractivo. El francés no desvía la mirada como otras culturas lo hacen. ¿No te habías dado cuenta? St. Clair piensa que soy atractiva. Me llamó hermosa. —Créeme, no quieres dormir en mi cama. Me estoy tele transportando a Atlanta. Te estoy recogiendo, e iremos a algún lugar donde nuestras familias no nos encuentren. Nos llevaremos a Seany. Y le dejaremos correr todo lo que quiera hasta que se canse, y luego tú y yo tomaremos una larga caminata. Como Acción de Gracias. ¿Recuerdas? Y hablaremos sobre todo EXCEPTO sobre nuestros padres… O tal vez ni siquiera hablaremos. Simplemente caminaremos. Y seguiremos caminando hasta que el resto del mundo deje de existir. —Anna. —Etienne habla lentamente—. No me hiciste hacer algo que no quería hacer. Mi cara se calienta mientras el conocimiento estalla dentro de mí como dinamita. Le gusto. En verdad le gusto a Etienne. —Si me pides que te bese, lo haré. —Dice. Sus dedos aprietan mis muñecas, y me enciendo en llamas. —Bésame. —Digo. Lo hace. —La engañaba todos los días. En mi mente, pensaba en ti en formas que no podía, una y otra vez. Ella no era nada comparada contigo. Nunca antes me he sentido de esta forma por nadie. —Eres la chica más increíble que he conocido. Eres hermosa e inteligente, y me haces reír como nadie más puede. Y puedo hablar contigo. Y sé que después de todo esto no te merezco, pero lo que estoy tratando de decir es que te amo, Anna. Mucho. —¿Por favor dirías que me amas? Me estoy muriendo aquí.”

“Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it and wrote The Hunchback of Notre-Dame to raise awareness of its glorious history. And, by golly, did it work! Parisians campaigned to save it, and the building was repaired and polished to the pristine state you find today.”

“When I come back, the club is packed. There's hardly any standing room. Anna snagged a wooden bar stool, one of the few seats here. St. Clair stands close to her, facing her, and he smoothes the platinum stripe in her hair. She pulls him even closer by the top of his jeans, one finger tucked inside. It's an intimate gesture. I'm embarrassed to watch, but I can't look away. He kisses her slowly and deeply. They don't care that anyone could watch. Or maybe they've forgotten they aren't alone. When they break apart, Anna says something that makes him fall into silly, boyish laughter. For some reason, that's the moment that makes me turn away. Something about their love is painful.”

“How did you know? That she wasn't the one for him?" Now he's staring at his hands, slowing rubbing them together. "They just didn't have that . . . natural magic. You know? It never seemed easy." My voice grows tiny. "Do you think things have to be easy? For it to work?" Cricket's head shoots up, his eyes bulging as they grasp my meaning. "NO. I mean, yes, but . . . sometimes there are ... extenuating circumstances. That prevent it from being easy. For a while. But then people overcome those ...circumstances . . . and . . ." "So you believe in second chances?" I bite my lip. "Second, third, fourth. Whatever it takes. However long it takes. If the person is right," he adds. If the person is . . . Lola?" This time, he holds my gaze. "Only if the other person is Cricket." Chapter 27 Pg 273”

“St. Clair gets a crush on Anna. He's torn between her and Ellie, and he spends so much time running between them that he hardly has time left for Josh. And the more time that Josh spends alone, the more he realizes how alone he actually is. All of his friends will be gone the next year. Josh grows increasingly antagonistic toward school, which makes Rashmi increasingly antagonistic toward him, which makes him increasingly antagonistic toward her. And she's upset because Elie dropped her as a friend, and Meredith is upset because now St. Clair likes two girls who aren't her, and Anna is upset because St. Clair is leading her on, and then St. Clair's mom gets cancer. It's a freaking soap opera.”

“I spin around and give him the finger down low, hoping Monsieur Boutin can't see. St. Clair responds by grinning and giving me the British version, the V-sign with his first two fingers. Monsieur Boutin tuts behind me with good nature. I pay for my meal and take the seat next to St. Clair. "Thanks. I forgot how to flip off the English. I'll use the correct hand gesture next time." "My pleasure. Always happy to educate.”

“I'm sorry," he says. "What? Why?" "You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. "It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things." "Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want." He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like that. Not that that would be so bad.”