Door’s locked,” he said. “And we have unfinished business.
Becca FitzpatrickThat was a good fight back in the gym,” he said.
“But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing
lessons.
...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.
Becca FitzpatrickI didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.
Becca FitzpatrickTouch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.
Becca FitzpatrickBeing nice? He’s being horny.
Becca FitzpatrickI’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.”
“This is called you’re crazy.
She looked up, her face pink as a Christmas ham. “You ever try chasing down a car?” she gasped.
“I’ll one-up you. I gave Scott my hot dog and asked if he’d go to Summer Solstice with me.”
“What does the hot dog have to do with anything?”
“I said he’d be a wiener if he didn’t go with me.” Vee wheezed laughter.
“I’d have run harder had I known I’d get to see you call him a wiener.
Did 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.
Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music.
“What?” I called back.
“You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face.
“Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.”
“So maybe he’s a little drunk.”
“Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.
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