You know, my sister and I can't understand what Dawson sees in you. You're just a silly little human. His arm shot out so fast it was a blur, picked up a strand of her hair. And you're really not even that pretty. Oh…oh, that stung more than it should have. Tears burned her eyes as she fought to keep her voice level. I guess it's a good thing, then. A relationship between us would never work. His eyes narrowed. And why is that? Because I'm allergic to assholes.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In this excerpt from "Shadows" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, a character confronts her rival over her feelings for Dawson. The rival expresses disbelief at Dawson’s attraction and belittles the protagonist, calling her silly and unattractive, which deeply affects the protagonist, bringing her to tears. Despite the hurtful comments, she tries to maintain her composure.

She retorts that a relationship with someone like him is impossible because she is "allergic to assholes." This line highlights her strength and determination to reject the negativity directed at her, asserting her self-worth despite the criticism. The exchange illustrates the tension and rivalry while showcasing the protagonist's resilience in the face of harsh words.

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