I shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.
BECCA FITZPATRICK..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
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Wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer,” he spoke to my mind “funny, i would have pegged you for a stalker,” i shot back.
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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
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That was a good fight back in the gym, he said. But i think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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Kiss me in a way i’ll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again
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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
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If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
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When it comes to reflexes, i’m like a cat. I’m catwoman. I’m invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don’t like water. It impairs us. It’s our kryptonite.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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Inwardly, i gouged my eyes out.
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The more time i spent with him, the more i knew the feelings weren’t going away.
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Nice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
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Youve never been to school, ever? If thats trueand youre right, i dont think it iswhat made you decide to come this year? You.
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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