Quotes from Jennifer Echols

I'm not sure I like this. It has a slut-shaming flavor, like they really wanted to give me Biggest Ho.

You've got me so whipped, I can't think of a single sarcastic thing to say." "That makes me feel powerful and manly.

Let's do it then." I reached forward and poked his bare chest with two fingers like we were actors in a gangster movie. "You and me,on the slopes, head-to-head,the slalom and the half-pipe.I will kick." Poke. "Your." Poke. "Ass.

Of course you'll win!" Chloe exclaimed. "You'll probably beat nick in that race thing-" "Boardercross," I corrected her.Chloe owned a snowboard,and thats about as far as her knowledge of the sport went. "-And you'll blow him away in the trick part." "Half pipe.And then there's the jump.

I was vaguely aware that we'd been archenemies a few minutes before, and now he had me on my back on the sand.

I wanted to remind you that you do not allow me to deliver boats, as I have been known to crash them.

Oh." My dad actually looked sheepish. "It's one o'clock in the morning and I was going to tell you to shut the monkey up and go to bed. I didn't realise what was going on in here." "What's going on in here?" Cameron asked suspiciously. "Maturity." My dad backed out of the room and closed the door.

Leaning over me with his chest bare, he pressed his wadded-up t-shirt to my ear. It was his Poser t-shirt that he wore to school at least twice a week,and he was willingly staunching my blood with it.He must be in love.

Nick was giving me the same look. And this time,instead of being taken aback or feeling squicky about it,my heart raced and my face grew hot. My body's response to the call of Nick.

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 solve it your way?" "I would run in the other direction. You really expect me to go in the boys' bathroom? Let them kill each other.

Then Gavin got into his car, and Nick hiked through the snow toward his SUV. "Oh,mo," I mumbled through toothpaste. I couldn't let him get away.Not now. I swished,spat,and ran for the front door,pausing only to shove my feet into galoshes owned by some unknown member of Liz's family.Her stepdad,I decided as I tried to run down the snowy front steps. The galoshes were so big,it was like wading in a Tennessee river.

Mr. Rush said to Drew, "I think I see what the matter is. You were the youngest child. The irresponsible black sheep of the Morrow Mafia. Now, without warning, you're Jan Brady." "Who?" Drew asked. "The middle child from The Brady Bunch," I said. "The pretty one?" Drew asked. "No," Mr. Rush and I said together.

If she can't stand the heat, she needs to stay out of the kitchen," Mr. Rush insisted. "Or you could air-condition the kitchen," I said. "Or at least install a fan to ventilate some of the fumes.

She'd explained that I was an extrovert, and extroverts got their energy from being around other people. She was an introvert, and introverts got their energy from being by themselves. She needed to go home, be by herself,

And ever so faintly,I could hear Josh rapping to his posse's beat.I couldn't make out most of what he was saying, but I thought I caught the word prepubescent .

Maybe my ploy had worked. I wore a respectable shirt that buttoned down the front, only - whoops! – I must have forgotten to fasten the button over my cleavage. No respectable girl would wear her shirt open that low. (Cough.)

They'd moved behind the tree where I wouldn't have seen them unless I'd been looking for them (which I was). I almost pointed them out to Tammy, then decided against it. I didn't want to sound like a fifth grader: Wow, kissing!

I had cancer, you fuck!

John pointed at me to get my attention. He circled his finger in the air to tell me to wrap it up, then pointed to his cop car. I made a series of baseball catcher's signs.

Almost immediately, his gaze flicked to Will and hardened into the dangerous, dead-eyed look. I saw myself through his eyes: dark hair, low-cut dress, with Will's arm around me. "Oh, that temper." I said.

You should never start something when you haven't finished the last thing. People feel used that way.

Who's driving the boat?" Over the motor, I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

They're taking us to the room to change. Do you think we'll have time for a quickie? Because we never got around to doing it against the wall." He blinked at her. She thought he hadn't heard her. Finally he smiled, slowly at first, his grin becoming broader as she slid her hand onto his thigh. "We will always make time for a quickie," he said. "And that is a wedding vow.

But first I had to get through the ironing. It took a lot of patience. I had none. It took forever, and then I had to press the whole shirt again to get out the creases I'd pressed into it.