Dexter stole my heart. From the moment he bumps (literally) into Remy at the car dealership and proclaims to her that he feels a bond, that he senses they were meant to be, he had me. I mean, who does that?! Who goes up to a person you see from across the room and tells them that?! Dexter, that’s who. Anytime he’s on the page, you are guaranteed to smile, or like me, giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush. He’s cute, tall, skinny and gangly with dark curly hair, which you would think is not all that attractive, but he’s the type of guy who’s personality makes him attractive. He’s sociable, carefree, kindhearted, sweet, smart, and funny. He’s very perceptive when it comes to other people, especially Remy. He loves to throw down ridiculous, random challenges, like, “I bet you can’t eat 10 bananas. Do you accept this challenge?” Dexter is the lead singer of a band called Truth Squad, which, no lie, automatically makes him sexy in my book. For these reasons, and a lot more that I can’t give away, Dexter is hands down my favorite Sarah Dessen guy.
Favorite Dexter scene (or one of…):
“Plastic ware,” he said slowly, “like knives and forks and spoons?”
I brushed a bit of dirt off the back of my car—was that a scratch?—and said casually, “Yeah, I guess. Just the basics, you know.”
“Did you need plastic ware?” he asked.
“Because,” he went on, and I fought the urge to squirm, “it’s so funny, because I need plastic ware. Badly.”
“Can we go inside, please?” I asked, slamming the trunk shut. “It’s hot out here.”
He looked at the bag again, then at me. And then, slowly, the smile I knew and dreaded crept across his face. “You bought me plastic ware,” he said. “Didn’t you?”
“No,” I growled, picking at my license plate.
“You did!” he hooted, laughing out loud. “You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because—”
“No,” I said loudly.
“—you love me!” He grinned, as if he’d solved the puzzler for all time, as I felt a flush creep across my face. Stupid Lissa. I could have killed her.
“It was on sale,” I told him again, as if this was some kind of an excuse.
“You love me,” he said simply, taking the bag and adding it to the others.
“Only seven bucks,” I added, but he was already walking away, so sure of himself. “It was on clearance, for God’s sake.”
“Love me,” he called out over his shoulder, in a singsong voice. “You. Love. Me.”
Yes, Dexter. I.Totally.Love.You. Le sigh.
And here’s a quote from this book that’s always stayed with me:
“I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don’t regret things. Because at least I didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.”
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