“She hit him. Hard. Right in the face…“Holy shit,” said Quinn. “Would it be wrong if I applaud?”

“So Chris hit him?” said Quinn, when they were getting close to the bleachers. “Jesus, I love when guys fight.”“Yeah, it was great,” Becca returned flatly. “I should have made popcorn.”“Seriously. When they’re all slow and tentative and circling, and then ka-pow, they just explode with power. It’s totally sexy.” …Quinn grabbed her arm and dragged Becca along. “Come on. If they’re jerks, I’ll punch them.”“Great,” said Becca. “It’ll be totally sexy.”

“I shouldn’t have hit him.” She flexed her fingers. “My hand still hurts.”Chris smiled. “Oh, no, I loved that part.”

“She spilled your secrets,” said Quinn“Yeah?” He sliced off a piece of chicken and glanced across the table. “What’s my name Becca?”Busted. Becca wanted to melt into a puddle.Quinn grinned. “You mean it’s not really New Kid?”

“Could we report Tyler for having a gun?" she said."He's over eighteen," said Chris. "It's probably legal.""It's not legal for him to be shooting at me," she snapped.”

“Mom!" Becca stared at her. "You think—you think I'm dating Michael?"Her mom stared back at her, obviously thrown. "You're not?"This would be hilarious if her mom didn't look so serious."Oh my god," cried Becca. "Are you kidding? Michael is the last person I would ever—oh my god. I wouldn't go out with him if someone paid me. Ugh, that's just—""You know I can hear you, right?" called Michael.”

“Adam touched his face, and Nick froze. His fingers were warm, gentle, and Nick wanted to freeze time.Then Adam said, "I'm an idiot. I should have gotten you some ice."And his fingers were gone, and Nick was sitting there practically breathless with wanting him back.One touch, and he was going to pieces. He wanted to slam his forehead on this table.”