“It doesn't say a damn thing. My pride deflates like a limp penis.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I wonder if Blue knows she’s repainting her room.I wonder if he’s asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Can you take me back into town?" I say. "I can't get my voicemails." "Why don't you calm down, D-Dub. I know… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Speak up, Charlie,” I say. “If you have something to say, then say it out loud.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Her wavy hair falls to mid-waist, and I think how she looks better this way. From the back.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Looking mighty fine, if I do say so myself: red v-neck, dark denim, designer combat boots, and enough testosterone rolling off me… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“All I care about is showing this chode exactly who he's messing with. Throwing my door open, I step out. If he… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
