“I'm saying you would not be comfortable with casual sex. Or whatever we're talking about here. The National Honor Society version of prostitution.” — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“Well, let's say you heard a fight in the boys' bathroom, and you broke it up. What would you do naturally if you could… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“But, Erin. If you are trying to make a writing career for yourself, you will get rejected again and again and again. You must… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“Mr. Rush slapped Drew on the back of the head. "You pay attention, Morrow. There'll be hell to pay if you hurt my drum major. I'll have Clayton Porridge out in the middle of the football field, doing the cancan." "The cancan is surprisingly difficult," Barry said. "It takes a lot more coordination than Clayton Porridge has." Mr. Rush gave… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share
“He ran his hands through his hair and held on to the back of his neck both biceps bulging. Dang him for looking so… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“Did you alltake your pants off? The swim team really knows how to throw a party.” — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“I know what you're thinking.Girlfriend has fallen out of the stoopid tree and bonked her head against every branch on the way down.” — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“My intention all along had been to get my wakeboarding legs back this first day. Maybe I'd do tricks when we went out the next day. I didn't want to get too cocky and bust ass in front of Sean. But as I got more comfortable and forgot to care, I tried a few standbys-a front flip, a scarecrow. There… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share
“He fumbled with something in his breeches. She had thought the past few minutes the most intense of her life, but they were nothing… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
But you can’t live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you’re dead already. — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“I could have explained that I wanted to walk without Doofus to get some air. But it would be pretty unusual-one might even go… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“Nick's number waited impatiently on the screen, tapping its foot. I could press the red button to cancel the call. Without pressing anything, I set the phone down on my bedside table, crossed my arms,and glared at it. Good:Nick wouldn't think I was chasing him. Bad:Nick would die alone in his house from complications related to his stupendous wipeout.The guilt… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share
