Full Text Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

Dorian said, closing the door behind him. Gabe carried a large book. He held it like its contents were leprous, and I had to grin. "Hi, guys." Heathcliff and Bart returned my greeting as they made themselves at home, rummaging through my fridge and cupboards, grumbling about how I had nothing good to eat. Bart started a pot of coffee, and Heathcliff, ever the responsible one, put some water on for my tea. I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water.

"You actually know my name? I thought I was legally registered as 'the car girl' or 'the ghost' around here." ​"I have ears," Ethan said softly, his gaze locking onto mine with total, undivided attention. "And I was in the back row during AP English. Your breakdown of The Great Gatsby was honestly the most brilliant thing I've heard in these hallways in four years. You completely dismantled Allie Grace's surface-level vanity project in about thirty seconds. It was amazing." ​A faint, genuine flush crept up my neck, completely different from the burning humiliation Mike had caused moments earlier. "Thanks. I just don't really buy into the whole old-money romance illusion."