Quotes from Jennifer Echols

Do you want me to call the boys?" Liz suggested from way above me. "Do not not call Nick Krieger!" I shouted. "God, would he love this." "I've got Davis in my cell phone," Liz called. "Gavin,too." "Absolutely not.If you call Davis or Gavin,Nick will be attached." Chloe squealed,"Yes,please,liz. Gavin would be excellent right now! No offense,Hayden,but don't join the ski patrol anytime soon." "Ingrate!" I yelled. "I'll show you.I'm about to save the day, in just a minute here.

An hour later, we were full of pizza and I love him a little more.

I felt confident that she wouldn't find out what a chicken I was,because after the comp,if I hadn't gone off the jump,I would be dead of shame.And if I had gone off the jump,I would be just plain dead.

Did you know the local tv channels broadcasts your 900 in an endless loop? It's a bunch of video want ads for snowmobiles, then some kind of school crap with Everett Walsh that nobody wants to see over and over,and then you.

If I were stepping down from the bus at the rich end of town instead of the trailer park, I wouldn't have to watch every word I said to make sure it wasn't slang for an orgasm.

It wasn't a pretty sunset. The colors were as expected: violet clouds, bright orange and pink underneath, against the pale blue sky. But the clouds were high cirrus, wispy, and crossed with the contrails of F-16s, a colorful glowing mess. I said, "It looks like God barfed a rainbow.

Disapproval flashed across John's face. I wondered whether no one was supposed to touch me while he was in uniform, either.

Why can't he be the prostitute, and I the john?

John turned to me. "Frozen daiquiri?" "Pina colada, please." "Virgin?" He wasn't asking my permission. He was just making sure I knew he wasn't going to try to swipe me any alcohol. "That's optimistic," I said.

It's not fair," Davis protested. "After Nick wins, you'll just say conditions were different when Hayden came down, and that's what made her slower.Like,it started snowing." "Or it stopped snowing," Gavin said. "Or the wind was harder," Davis said. "Or the wind was softer ," Gavin said. "Girls will whine about anything.

You know what I think?" Chloe asked. She was going to tell me whether I wanted to know or not. "I think you've both built up enormous amounts of sexual tension since your session in the sauna was cut short last night,and you won't get along until you let it out. You need to make out with him. Take control.

Uhhhhh." Without answering,I turned and hurried toward the back of the room, eaving around bodies on yoga mats in the center of the polished wood floor, thinking unkind thoughts about well-meaning old people who wanted to push me into being successful.

Boys don't gossip." "Pah! You don't know us as well as you think." This was a disturbing prospect.

Nick and I would be alone with the smoldering embers of a fire. And then we would- "-get out?" he was asking me. i blinked at him across the dark SUV. "I beg your pardon?" I hoped to God I hadn't been discussing any of this out loud. "Are. You. Going. To. Get. Out.?" he asked more distinctly.

Uh, no. But between cars, he keeps looking over here at you." I turned my head toward her, to fake John out. Then I cut my eyes at him. He was staring at me, all right. And when he saw I"d noticed, he didn"t try to hide it. He grinned at me.

Maybe I could come over to your house again afterward and check on you?" I raised my eyebrows to hint hint what I meant by checking on him . With any luck his father would be as uninvolved and dismissive as he'd been tonight.Nick needed more yoga in his bedroom, and possibly a physical.

There was a reason I was so into yoga. I was high-strung(news flash!).

Boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses.

Suggesting that you do yoga was my subtle way of telling you to go to hell.

Then he folded his arms on his chest, so his biceps strained at the sleeves of his t-shirt, courtesy of the arm curl machine.

And then my mom called, "Have fun on your date, Hayden!" Another step down and I thought, Good.Mom is mistaken and has led Nick to believe I'm going on a date. One more step down and I thought, Oh no,Mom has led Nick believe I'm going on a date!"

The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

I continued to move my fingers across his skin exactly as I had before, but I needed to make a decision. I had reached for him, but I could back out of it by trailing my fingers down his arm and settling my hand in his, like I wanted us to be friends. I didn't want us to be friends. Ever so slowly, I slid my hand up his sleeve, across his shoulder, and up his neck to cradle his jaw, prickly with stubble.

Do you watch Cops on TV?" "I love Cops," he said. "It's like my life, but with the boring parts taken out.