Quotes from Rachel Hawthorne

No surprise. I was the only one at Dave and Bubba's not wearing a Ragland Rattlers cap. Talk about feeling disloyal. And uncomfortable.

As soon as we finished eating, we went to the back room where Dave or Bubba had set up half a dozen pool tables. Along the walls were pinball and old video game machines. I'm talking original Pac-Man. It was like this was where old games were put out to pasture.

The issue was: I wanted a boyfriend this summer, and to have a boyfriend, I needed to meet boys, and the Lonestar League was guys, guys, guys. Honesty time. I released a big sigh. "All right, so maybe I'd like to have a brother for the summer." Okay, not so honest. "A boyfriend is more like it," Tiffany said. I glared at her. "Any chance you could move off to college next week? Don't they have summer classes or something?

I wasn't totally flat, but my chest resembled hills, while Cynthia's looked more like the Grand Tetons.

I didn't realize I was squeezing Tiffany's and Bird's hands until Bird said, "You know, bones break under pressure.

No building snowmen for you?" "Sure, I build snowmen, and make snow angels. It's the magic of snow. It's gotta be done." "You don't agree with Sam that playing in snow is just for kids?" "The way I play in snow isn't for kids. Maybe I'll show you sometime." Those hazel eyes of his darkened, and I thought maybe he was thinking about things that would warm up a girl. Dangerous things.

You know, you don't have to hang out with me. I mean, summer's short, and you need to make the most of your time." "Hanging out with you is making the most of my time.

You think I want to get involved with someone in the witness protection program?" I laughed. "That's just my theory. Besides, if you get close to her, maybe you can learn the truth about her name." "What's it worth to you?" I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "For me to go undercover, to get the information you want.

You gonna order or what?" I looked down at the lobster-red face of the kid. He was probably about eight. At that moment, I hated the male species. "I'm gonna what .

You'll be okay, Chels," I said. The words seemed lame, but I knew the truth of them. Or at least it seemed like I was getting over Dylan. I only thought about him every minute of every day now, instead of every second.

I'd thought I'd be perceived as cool if I acted like I was up for anything. Instead I discovered that some things just aren't worth it.

The thing I'd learned about older people was that they really no longer cared about impressing others. It made it difficult to bait them or to get your way with them.

Before I could announce that I didn't need to warm up, she and Sam were trudging through the snow, heads bent toward each other, talking. Talking. Geeze, it seemed like every time I looked at them, they were talking. I'd never known my brother to work his jaw so much. He was more of a cut-a-wisecrack-and-run-for-cover kind of guy.

You're either a saint or a liar," he said as he sauntered over. "I'm not a liar." "Too bad. Liars are way more interesting than saints." "How would you know?" I asked with what I hoped was a seductive smile. "I doubt you've known a saint.

I leaned forward slightly. I'd recognize the pink coat with the furry collar and cuffs anywhere. "That's Allie," I said, stunned. "Looks like," Joe said, his voice contained no real surprise, and I wondered exactly what I'd missed out on yesterday. Because she was standing at the edge of the trees, and she wasn't alone. She was with Sam. Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart.

We were supposed to be just friends, but what could you do when the kiss-cam was pointed at you? You must make the most of it.

Joe and I started dancing. It was strange, because we weren't touching, we were each kinda in our own little space. But the way Joe held my gaze the entire time, it was almost like there was an invisible thread pulling us toward each other. And I couldn't help but wonder if I wasn't a little like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz , searching far and wide for something that had been in my backyard the entire time.

Thanks a lot, Allie." I grimaced not for the first time at the realization that he couldn't remember my name, then I decided I was definitely over the guy. "You're welcome, Bart." "Brad." "Kate." "Huh?" I wanted to laugh. "I'm Kate.

As a matter of fact, getting a date might not be doable either. I didn't want to think that I might be reduced to online dating. Yeah, right. Hook up with a serial killer, why don't you, Ash?

I didn't realize you were wearing any. That night, anyway. Tonight it's pretty obvious." "Oh." Didn't I feel silly? "I thought--" I shook my head. "Never mind." On second thought… "You don't like all the makeup?" "I just don't think you need it. I mean, you look pretty without it.

In a few more weeks, the ferry that runs between the island and the mainland would shut down for a couple of months. Then we'd be trapped. Deranged killers and psychos would have a field day before the first thaw. And no one would know until it was too late. Hadn't I seen that scenario in a movie? I shuddered at the thought. "So why do you think the owners wanted to sell the place?" I asked. "Because it's haunted.

What's been the most difficult aspect of living with us?" There was silence, but it was the kind where you can sense someone wants to speak but doesn't. Jason was so incredibly still, as though he was weighing consequences. "Not kissing you," he finally said, quietly.

You know what this means, don't you?" Bird said. "That we're ahead two to nothing?" "It means he'll insist you sit in this exact spot for every game. He'll think this is the good luck spot." "No way." "Either that, or he'll ask you not to wash your underwear.

I talked my parents into sponsoring a player not because guys needed a place to stay. I did it…because I wanted a boyfriend." "You thought I'd be your boyfriend?" "No, that was too icky to even consider. I mean, you've seen my underwear. I've seen yours." His mouth twitched.