“God damn, I wish I could fast-forward time and be old and wrinkly. How awesome would that be? No more worrying about getting ogled by douche bags like Trent Gibson, or getting all hormonal and bothered against my will over… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“I know what you're thinking. ‘How the hell does this broke ass piece of trailer trash know words like caveat,’ right? Well guess what?… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“God damn, I wish I could fast-forward time and be old and wrinkly. How awesome would that be? No more worrying about getting ogled… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“His jaw was clenched. His breathing became labored, like he was carrying something heavy. She watched the muscles in his throat working, Adam’s apple… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“When Grant Blue reaches me, he bends his head down close enough that I can smell the soap and promise on his skin. Clean… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“So completely stunned by the force of that smile, Sam found himself helpless to do anything but watch as she quickly closed the gap… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“Bitch, please,” Brady pursed his lips like a duck. “You know I’ll be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn’t remotely fat—just a little round-faced. So Margot did what… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“See, the thing is, I had a little misunderstanding with Trent Gibson in Pre-Calculus earlier. I dropped my textbook on his face—accidentally, while we… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“So,” he said, as he continued to pull on her arm, bringing her closer. “Do you accept my apology?” Viola opened her mouth to… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
