“His body was perfect. His parents were loaded. His grades were terrible. He was a high school girl’s dream come true.” — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“His body was perfect. His parents were loaded. His grades were terrible. He was a high school girl’s dream come true.” — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“He laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. I roll my eyes and pretend not to notice how very bad he is… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“Men don't know when to stop, she's told me over and over. You have to cut them off or they'll eat 'til their bellies ache—just like a baby or Mr. Davis's dog. I figure all this sweet, cutesy stuff works about the same as dessert—except if you don't cut them off from the cutesy stuff you end up with a… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share
“It's not as bad as Taylor Swift,” he says. “What did Taylor Swift ever do to you?” I ask, defensively. “Nothing,” he smirks, slowing… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“I never had a bunch of friends. I guess I just didn't fit in with anyone enough. Mostly it was always just me and… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“I'm not proud of the past but I don't want to hide the truth from you,” he tells me. “I can tell you the truth because I know you really care about me—even the ugly parts.” “There's nothing ugly about you,” I tell him. “We all do things we regret, unpretty things.” “The only unpretty thing about you is me,”… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share
“Feeling suddenly slightly liberated and relaxed, I looked over at him. His eyes fixed on the seat in front of him. His hands were… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“I open the back door of my car for Ginger to buckle the baby in. She smiles and goes to it. I spin around… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“Two minutes into the dance, I'm sitting in a metal chair in the dark, listening to a really annoying Justin Bieber song blaring over… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“Twenty minutes 'til 9, we're getting in the truck. I'm sweaty, stinky and covered in red mud. I'm not sure what Logan smells like… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“Look back at history,” he said, after a minute or two. “Most great and remarkable men weren't tame or politically correct. They were raving… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
“It's not that I don't like Logan. I do, a lot—which is precisely why I have to keep him under the distinct impression that… — Elizabeth Nicole Copy Share Image
