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which made sense: The fact that Augustus
made me feel special did not necessarily indicate
that I was special. Maybe he brought
home a different girl every night to show her
movies and feel her up.
“This is Hazel Grace,” he said, by way of
introduction.
“Just Hazel,” I said.
“How’s it going, Hazel?” asked Gus’s
dad. He was tall—almost as tall as Gus—and
skinny in a way that parentally aged people
usually aren’t.
“Okay,” I said.
“How was Isaac’s Support Group?”
“It was incredible,” Gus said.
“You’re such a Debbie Downer,” his
mom said. “Hazel, do you enjoy it?”
I paused a second, trying to figure out if
my response should be calibrated to please
Augustus or his parents. “Most of the people
are really nice,” I finally said.