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“I have found that the key to being happy 鈥� well, one of the keys, anyway 鈥� is to be easily amused,”
― Wil Wheaton

“Sincerity and gravity, in Magnus's opinion, were highly overrated, as was being forced to relive unpleasant memories. He would much rather be amused and amusing.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

“Because people who can鈥檛 be bothered with manners pretend to be amused by them.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

“Today I am amused, and I haven't seen anyone yet.”
― Aleksandra Ninkovic, Write like no one is reading

“Okay, so I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introduction thing. Writing nothing except, Saturday night. You and me. Driving lessons and hot sex ... in her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make Little Miss Perfecta stumble in her introduction of me. And stumbling she is.
"Miss Ellis?"
I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Peterson. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions, something I recognize because I do it all the time.
"Yes?" Brittany says, tilting her head and smiling like a beauty queen.
I wonder if that smile has ever gotten her out of a speeding ticket.
"It's your turn. Introduce Alex to the class."
I lean an elbow on the lab table, waiting for an introduction she has to either make up or fess up she knows less than crap about me. She glances at my comfortable position and I can tell from her deer-in-the-headlights look I've stumped her.
"This is Alejandro Fuentes," she starts, her voice hitching the slightest bit. My temper flares at the mention of my given name, but I keep a cool facade as she continues with a made-up introduction. "When he wasn't hanging out on street corners and harassing innocent people this summer, he toured the inside of jails around the city, if you know what I mean. And he has a secret desire nobody would ever guess."
The room suddenly becomes quiet. Even Peterson straightens to attention. Hell, even I'm listening like the words coming out of Brittany's lying, pink-frosted lips are gospel.
"His secret desire," she continues, "is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you, Mrs. Peterson."
Yeah, right. I look over at my friend Isa, who seems amused that a white girl isn't afraid of giving me smack in front of the entire class.
Brittany flashes me a triumphant smile, thinking she's won this round. Guess again, gringa.
I sit up in my chair while the class remains silent.
"This is Brittany Ellis," I say, all eyes now focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, bought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets."
It might not be what she wrote, but it's probably close enough to the truth. Unlike her introduction of me.
Chuckles come from mis cuates in the back of the class, and Brittany is as stiff as a board beside me, as if my words hurt her precious ego. Brittany Ellis is used to people fawning all over her and she could use a little wake-up call. I'm actually doing her a favor. Little does she know I'm not finished with her intro.
"Her secret desire," I add, getting the same reaction as she did during her introduction, "is to date a Mexicano before she graduates."
As expected, my words are met by comments and low whistles from the back of the room.
"Way to go, Fuentes," my friend Lucky barks out.
"I'll date you, mamacita, " another says.
I give a high five to another Latino Blood named Marcus sitting behind me just as I catch Isa shaking her head as if I did something wrong. What? I'm just having a little fun with a rich girl from the north side.
Brittany's gaze shifts from Colin to me. I take one look at Colin and with my eyes tell him game on. Colin's face instantly turns bright red, resembling a chile pepper. I have definitely invaded his territory.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“Cassian asked, 'What stair did you make it to?'

'One hundred eleven.' Nesta didn't rise.

'Pathetic.'

Her fingers pushed into the floor, but her body didn't move. 'This stupid House wouldn't give me wine.'

'I figured that would be the only motivator to make you risk ten thousand stairs.'

Her fingers dug into the stone floor once more.

He threw her a crooked smile, glad for the distraction. 'You can't get up, can you?'

Her arms strained, elbows buckling. 'Go fly into a boulder.'

Cassian pushed off the wall and reached her in three strides. He wrapped his hands under her arms and hauled her up.

She scowled at him the entire time. Glared at him some more when she swayed and he gripped her tighter, keeping her upright.

'I knew you were out of shape,' he observed, stepping away when she'd proved she wasn't about to collapse, 'but a hundred steps? Really?'

'Two hundred, counting the ones up,' she grumbled.

'Still pathetic.'

She straightened her spine and raised her chin.

Keep reaching out your hand.

Cassian shrugged, turning toward the hall and the stairwell that would take him up to his rooms. 'If you get tired of being weak as a mewling kitten, come to training.' He glanced over a shoulder. Nesta still panted, her face flushed and furious. 'And participate.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Despite the honor of being remembered as the first colonist to set foot on Deanna, he was also credited with discovering crabby-grass, the aforementioned life-form that disliked being stepped on. However, this also led to the unintended consequence that Mr Lupini also set the record for being the first person to actually swear on Deanna. He still lived on Deanna, and attended the Founder鈥檚 Day Ceremony every year, in safety boots. Not surprisingly, the bronze Lupini didn鈥檛 look very amused. Beside the representation of Lupini, stood Deanna鈥檚 national bird. It was supposed to be a symbol of the early colonists鈥� determination to stay and make a success of the colony, but its expression only made it look slightly constipated.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Man's Hammer

“You would be much amused with the animals round the ranch.”
― Theodore Roosevelt, Letters to His Children

“You think you hate me now? If I do what you're asking, you'll want to murder me.' He paused, and his lips curved upward. 'Well, you'll want to murder me more than you already do. You don't have control of yourself right now.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash