I felt like – like I don't know what.
Like this wasn't real.
Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom.
Instead of being the A/V dweeb
about to ask the head cheerleader to the prom,
I was the finished-second-place werewolf about
to ask the vampire's wife to shack up and procreate.
Nice.
- Jacob Black (Chapter 10, p.185)