Quotes from Lauren Barnholdt

Anyone who is as good-looking as Jace is usually completely out of touch with reality. It's like they think their looks give them the right to just go around saying whatever they want to say, and doing whatever they want to do. As if the fact that they're six foot two and broad-shouldered with dark hair and gorgeous deep-blue eyes gives them the right to get away with anything.

But when I look at him, his face is surprised, like it should be obvious. "Now," he says, "we figure it out together.

Everyone's fake in certain situations. It's like when you go for a job interview and they ask you, "What would you do if you found one of your friends at work stealing?" and, let's face it, no one's going to tell on their friend. But of course you have to say, "I would tell IMMEDIATELY, because I don't think I could work in that kind of environment, it's not good for my morale." No one wants to look like an idiot.

I'm guessing I'm your fake girlfriend?" B. J. Asks, sighing. It's a miracle that he figured it out. He's not usually the best with things that aren't spelled out for him. "Of course, sweetie, " I say. I try not to think about the fact that I'm talking to B. J. Like we're in love. B. J. Is six-foot-four and 220 pounds. Not someone you want to think about being intimate with.

One large soy latte." [...] "You mean a Venti," [...] "What?" I ask "A Venti," he says. " that's what we call larger here. You know that Hannah." "Well, whatever," I say, my bad mood deepening. "Whatever you call them, that's what I want." They should just call them larger. How stupid.

Brooke Wilkins?" I ask [...] "She's this really annoying girl from Cali who, like, constantly talks about all the girls she's hooked up with. It's just so freshman year, you know?" "What is?" "Bragging about how you've hooked up with girls." "We never did that." "No, but everyone else did. Remember Sonya Fullmer?" "Oh, right," I say. "She was always kissing girls to get guys interested in her." "I remember her," Noah says, grinning. "Figures," Ava says.

I look around for someplace to sit, but of course there's nowhere. It's the bathroom in the math wing, not the bathroom in Blair Waldorf's house.

The secret to a great ice cream, is crunch coat."[...] I look at him, aghast. "Crunch coat? Oh, Noah darling, you are so wrong. Everyone knows you ruin ice cream by putting crunch coat on it," "Crunch coat," Noah says, "is delicious. And besides, I'm supposed to be taking advice from you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "You listen to Lady Gaga.

If you want to know the truth," he says, leaning forward like he's getting ready to tell a really good story, "it has to do with Kelsey. And the biggest lie of all." And that's when I realize the thing about the truth. It always comes out, no matter what you do.

Hannah." He looks at me, the same way he looked at me last night in the diner, with longing and sadness, and it's like everything I'm feeling I can see in his eyes. I want to kiss him so bad it hurts, but I know I can't. So instead, I tear my gaze from his and look down at the ground.

I kind of like that she gave me a little bit of attitude. I mean, she's obviously super apologetic and she knows it's a horrible situation, and she's definitely nervous I might flip the fuck out on her, but she doesn't seem embarrassed. It's more like she thinks shit happens, and I should deal with it. I can respect that.

POSSIBLE OPENERS AFTER YOU'VE GOTTEN DRUNK AND SLEPT IN YOUR GUY ROOMMATE'S BED (A LIST): 1. Hey, Drew, thanks for letting me sleep in your bed. I hope I didn't puke all over your sheets. 2. What do you mean? I slept in your bed? Really? I don't remember any of it, I was so wasted. 3. Thanks for not trying to molest me.

I remember how Sebastian and I met in study hall, how the first time I saw him he was reading Pride and Prejudice , and how I thought that was really sexy. Of course, I would come to find later that it was the only book he'd read, like, ever, and the only reason he was reading it was to impress some college girl he'd met at a party the weekend before. That should have been a sign that maybe he and I weren't going to be the best match.

You want people to take it seriously, but most people are still going to act like it's just some dumb thing you're doing and ask you about it in the way people do when they don't think you're ever going to finish what you started.

Jesus. Who does he think he is? He's always out partying and drinking with his friends. I do it once and all of a sudden I'm a candidate for AA.

Jesus, Ally, you're living with a stripper?" "She decided not to do it. She got a job at Hooters instead." "Oh, well, in that case, I feel much better," he says sarcastically.

He takes a chicken tender and dunks it into the honey mustard. Something about that makes me sad. Because all the little things about him, like the way he loves honey mustard and the way he always forgets the cheese on my burger, aren't mine anymore. It's weird that everything can be the same, that he can go on liking honey mustard, and yet everything is different.

She wrinkles up her nose. "It's ten o'clock in the morning." "So? It's never too early for chocolate.

Honey mustard is obviously not good for my mental state.

That chick is certifiably out of her fucking tree. -Isaac

Te perdi -Dice.- Esa fue mi consecuencia -Cooper

Obviously I cannot

You have to gooo," Lacey says. "She doesn't have to," Noah says. "If she can't handle it, she can't handle it.

Everyone knows that you should never wreck your life for a boy, and especially not one that you meet while you're in high school.