Kody Keplinger

“Did you just punch my dad?” I couldn’t help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.

“Yes,” Wesley admitted.

“But Bianca?” He winced and rubbed his jaw. “Next time tell him he should feel free to write a strongly worded letter first. Hell of an arm on that kid.”

He’d tried to talk to me once or twice after English, though.

Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you

We’re all fucking Duffs.”

“I’m not the Duff,” Wesley said confidently.

“That’s because you don’t have friends.”

“Oh. Right.”

Wesley took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. “You look beautiful tonight, Bianca.”

I freely admit that I hate girls who say they love someone before they’ve dated them.

He never looked at me or spoke to me or even seemed to notice me in the back of the room. For a girl with such a fat ass, I felt pretty invisible.

Tell me, Wesley, why don’t you talk to your parents?”

Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you.