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.”