"No, Lindsay, I don't think imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," I said, rolling my eyes and smiling a little. I slipped out of the girls' dorm and closed the door behind me.
She just had to go and steal the kiss idea, didn't she? I kid, I kid.
But God, Cameron looked so uncomfortable. And so what if mine was scripted? (Not that anyone knew it, either way.) Ours wasn't special anymore!
Speaking of "ours", guess who I saw coming out of the boys' dorm?
I walked across the hall, over to him. "Hey, Sam," I said in his ear as he closed the door, his back turn to me.
He jumped and turned too quickly. "Oh, hey, Marissa."
He sounded a