Ooooo - this should be fun. I can't wait to read what other people post this week!!
I've been trying to think about books with sparky scenes and I keep coming back to Betwixt. I guess it's fresh in my brain as I'm currently working on edits.
The two main characters, Nicole and Dale, have a very sparky relationship. They are constantly bickering, but secretly, I think they both kind of like it.
It was a struggle to find a scene that doesn't contain spoilers, but I think this one will work.
Nicole and Dale have just bumped into Sophie, a shy senior who is totally besotted with Dale. Little does Nicole know that Dale has his sights set on somebody else... :)
The corridor is empty as we make our way back towards the quad. I turn to Dale, completely flummoxed.
“What is wrong with you? That girl is on your doorstep, man. Let her in!”
“Maybe I don’t want to let her in.”
“What, you think you’re gonna do better?”
Dale stops in his tracks and gives me a dark look.
I cover my mouth with my hand and wince. “I didn’t meant to say it like that. What I mean is… she seems sweet.”
He tips his head to the side, his right eyebrow jumping north, adding extra power to his droll expression.
I stupidly keep talking. “Come on, she totally looks like your type.”
“How would you know what my type is? You don’t even know me.” Dale turns and starts walking again.
I run to catch up with him. Glancing at his mangled face, I say, “Is it because of the scar? Because there are some awesome plastic surgeons in LA. They could fix that up for you.”
“No, it’s not because of the scar and I don’t need it fixed. I like it this way.”
He closes his eyes and sighs. “It’s a good reminder.”
“Of what?” I look up at his pinched mouth.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head.
I bite my lip, unsure how to respond. My curiosity is definitely peaked. “I was just wondering if the scar made you feel-“
“Would you shut up about it! Jeez, Nicole! You have the sensitivity of a shark.”
My mouth drops open and I shoot him a scowl that I totally forget he can’t see. “I was just trying to be helpful.”
“How?!” He spins to face me. “How is your constant chirping in my ear helpful?!?”
“I… she’s a girl who likes you!” I point back down the corridor.
“You don’t have to play cupid, okay. I can look after my own love life.”
“What love life? You barely have any friends, let alone a girlfriend.”
He groans and looks to the ceiling. “You want to help me out, Nicole?” Leaning towards me he gets right in my face and yells, “Stop talking!”
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