You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
BECCA FITZPATRICKJev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
BECCA FITZPATRICKFor someone whos made it clear that her life is superior to every other students at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour biggest dream? – nora grey kiss you. – patch cipriano
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHave you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWalk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel?” “if i did?
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?
BECCA FITZPATRICKI wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDid you hear something, nora? Vee asked. I thought i heard something. You definitely heard something, i agreed. Could that be a dog fart i heard? Vee asked me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
BECCA FITZPATRICK