My mother turned towards me with a coffeepot in each hand, her jaw dangling somewhere near her collarbone. You’d think she’d never seen me naked, when I knew for a fact I’d been born that way.
Wow. You guys are like a broken record. Don’t you ever get tired of the whole ‘knock ‘em our and drag ‘em back to the cave’ routine? ‘Cause I swear, Cro-Magnons were more subtle.
They’d had to empty their pockets and turn over Aunt Val’s purse to the security guard. That way, I wouldn’t be tempted to try to kill anyone with her lip gloss and her travel-size pack of tissues.
I’m like flypaper for the soul.
I want you. I want only you. I want all of you. But I’ll take whatever you’re ready to give.
He was beyond gorgeous. But Eastlake High was full of pretty people who acted like total freaks. I blame the local water supply. Which was why I drank bottled water.
Nash has been the sun lighting up the horizon of my life, outshining everything else in my world. I’d thought once that he was to good to be true. Turns out I was right.
I’m searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.
Think of it as a second opinion on his value. If he wasn’t worth the fight, wouldn’t she just let him go? Wouldn’t you?
Like I’m going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.
I think I was born ‘in to deep,’ and bad things happen every day. Sometimes I have to stab hellions. Sometimes I have to frame friends for murder, and stab evil math teachers, and watch my best friend die. Again. We deal with it, then we move on.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There’s a whole song about it.
I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.
I fell into that kiss like Alice into Wonderland, headfirst and flailing, heart pounding the whole time. The world spun around me and still I fell, and I only crashed down to earth again when someone called my name.
What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it.
And the council doesn’t recognize any kind of temporary insanity defense. Which was a real shame, because most of the councilmen had considered me crazy for most of my life.
She wasn’t feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.
And anyway, considering that her mother dies and her boyfriend’s spending a small fortune to get high off someone else’s bad breath, I’d say Sophie’s next in line for therapy.
My shirt got torn in a fight. Yours evidently has a fast-release tab.
Of every moment I’ve ever not-lived through, this one is the best.