Torrin, I love him, "since I don't know nothing else about you, except you sometimes wear your clothes backwards, that's whatcha get." He grins, spreading his arms wide across the back of the bench. "Unless you want to tell me something else? Let me take my chances at a name that doesn't offend you?" Quinn can be a cold b**** when she needs to be, "please." I plunge my spoon into the cup of yogurt, pull it out, and lick it. "Tug your head out of your fairy-tale a**. You can't possibly think two people can be so in love everthing'll be perfect and they'll live happily ever after. The real world isn't like that. She was bound to figure it out sometime." But then she says weird s*** and you can't help but burst out laughing, "I'm not sure I should be offended or flattered," I say. "Because either this is your subtle way of telling me I'm a fatso or an excuse to touch me." You can totally tell how much Torrin cares for Quinn when he rips her a new one, "you have no idea how effed up my family is! But you know what? No matter what I go through, no matter how s***ty things around me become I'd never do something so self-destructive." He slices me with a glare. "I'd never let someone leave bruises on me as a reminder not to make another person's mistake." I liked this book it was different and it kept my attention.
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