The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there wa...
Pigpen's been tearing through the cabin, the yard, the clubhouse like a toddler on the warpath.
Took her [Ms. Whitlock] long enough to grade it. He mumbles.True. But it took us forever to turn it in. She didn't have to accept it was from, she didn't have to let us write it together and she didn'...
I’m never going to be kissed.I open my eyes to see my brothers gaping at me like I’ve lost my mind.You don’t kiss boys, says West. Boys shouldn’t be anywhere near you. Guys only want one thing, Rach,...
Besides me, Pigpen is the youngest guy in here and then there's Eli.
Her laughter sounded like music. No one but Isaiah and Beth teased me. People ran from me. Yet this little nymph thoroughly enjoyed this game. She laughed so loudly, she slapped a hand over her mouth,...
I should run, but I’m paralyzed by the sight of him. Even moving slowly, Isaiah possesses the prowess of a panther. His muscles pronounced in the easy way he strides. The set, determined gaze on me as...
Which is great, since my English teacher hates late students like I hate riding my motorcycle in forty-degree weather while it rains.
The blonde checks out the legs of the car like Pigpen checks out the legs of my English teacher--like a dog in heat.
The worst type of letting go isn't thekicking or the screaming ,because at least then there's enough emotion left to fight.No,the worst type is the silent acceptance.The quietness of the release.That'...
I already texted Pigpen and Dust and they're heading with us.
The entire room turns and stares. There’s no doubt what they see—ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, tattoos and earrings. I don’t care what they see. All I care about is what she sees: a person unwelcomed...
There's a ton you can learn about a person from how they deal with the absence of sound.
But there is one person who expected the unexpected from me and the only time I noticed disappointment on his face was when I cowered like a sheep. And I had to take a moment to figure out I'm not ash...
Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.
Cupping her face, I reclaim her lips and gently guide her body next to mine on the bed. Rachel’s tank rides up and my fingers explore the satin skin of her belly. There are so many places I long to go...
Isaiah lets go of my hand and in a blur, pushes my back against a cold brick wall. His body becomes a hot, thick blanket over mine. The fine hair on my neck stands on end and my eyes close at the sens...
I laugh and it’s the same bitter laugh I remember him giving when we met so many weeks ago. Isaiah says it so simply that my heart soars and sinks at the same time. I whisper. Isaiah shakes his head...
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.