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1 " For what it's worth, any man who 'tries to score' with a girl he's not dating isn't much of a man in my eyes. "
― Patty Blount , Some Boys
2 " I strongly believe if God had intended man - or woman - to jog, he'd have scaled way back on breast size and sent some of that padding to the soles of our feet. Just sayin'. "
3 " Hold your head up, Grace. Even when you’re dying inside—especially then—hold it up. "
4 " Do the laws against sexual assault not apply to strippers? To girlfriends? "
5 " I don't have a K in my name, so I guess I'm out of the klub. Like I even give a krap. "
6 " Guys are so dumb. You actually believe this crap. You waste half your lives trying to prove to everybody and their mother how tough you are, how strong, how manly, and then say crap like, 'Ooo, baby, you make me so hard,' because there's absolutely no way you can control your own body. "
7 " What the hell, just what the hell was wrong with how I looked today? Why does he care if I wear eye-black like the football team? It's my face. It's my body. I can dress it up or down however I want. Why is that such a hard concept for guys to accept? "
8 " Dude, the key to scoring with a chick like that is to show her what you can do for her— not to her. "
9 " Giving up is easy, not right. If doing the right thing were easy, nobody would ever do stuff they know is wrong, like kiss their daughter’s dance instructor or rape an unconscious girl who already said no. "
10 " Grace is a girl. That’s it. You want to slap on any other names, knock yourself out. But don’t ever forget she’s a girl first, and we don’t treat girls like that. Feel me? "
11 " I force myself to keep walking instead of running for home, running for the next town. I want to turn to look at him, look him dead in the eye and twist my face into something that shows contempt instead of the terror that too often wins whenever I hear his name so he sees, so he knows he didn’t beat me. But that doesn’t happen. "
12 " Oh, home. Where there are no laughing classmates pointing at me, whispering behind their hands. Where there are no ex-friends calling me a bitch or a liar. Where I could curl up, throw a blanket over my head and pretend nothing happened. "
13 " She always wants me to run with her, but I strongly believe if God had intended man—or woman—to jog, he’d have scaled way back on breast size and sent some of that padding to the soles of our feet. Just sayin’. "
14 " I’m standing in the center of the room, wondering what’s holding me up because I can’t feel my feet or my hands. I raise them to make sure I still have hands and before my eyes, they shake. But I don’t feel that either. All I feel is pressure in my chest like someone just plunged my head underwater and I tried to breathe. "
15 " Brave. The word hangs in the air for a moment and then falls away, almost like it even knows it has no business being used to describe me. "
16 " Thirty-two days ago, I’d had been hanging out after school with Miranda and Lindsey or shopping at the mall or trying to find the perfect action photo at one of the games. In my room, I stare at the mirror over my dresser where dozens of photos are taped: photos of me with my friends, me with my dad, me at dance class. I’m not welcome at any of these places, by any of these people anymore. I don’t have a damn thing because Zac McMahon took it all. "
17 " He shouldn’t have touched Grace. She liked me. Damn it, she liked me. But he just stands there like the god he thinks he is while the rest of us pay his dues. "
18 " The word hangs in the air for a moment and then falls away, almost like even it knows it has no business being used to describe me. I’m not brave. I’m scared. I’m so freakin’ scared, I can’t see straight, and I can’t see straight because I’m too scared to look very far. I’m a train wreck. All I’m doing is trying to hold on to what I have left. "
19 " I defended myself from a physical attack by that student, Mr. Jordan. Mrs. Weir knows Lindsay hates me, did nothing when she called me names in her classroom, and then left us alone. "
20 " Rules, regulations, rights—what about my rights? Zac McMahon belongs behind bars. I don’t care how bright he is, how high he scored on his SATs, or how many saves he makes. "
