"You think with your face," Renee teased. "What the fuck do you mean?" Ellie asked, bringing one hand up to her face. Renee shrugged, biting the inside of her lip to stop the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I mean that you think with your face. It's kinda cute." ----------- When Renee Hunter moves all the way from Florida to Washington, Ellie doesn't pay her any mind. Ellie doesn't care that some flirtatious, gorgeous girl with tree-trunk brown eyes goes to her school now. She doesn't care that she wears stupid citrus perfume; she doesn't care that she always leans in too close when she asks for the notes she missed the day before when she skipped class; and she really doesn't care that butterflies attack her gut whenever Renee approaches her. She couldn't care any less about Renee. That's what she always tells Dina and Jesse when they ask. Ellie's a fucking liar.