“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?”

“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.”

“So are the stories true?” asked Hunter. “Depends,” Becca hedged. “What have you heard?”“That you knocked two seniors on their asses on the soccer field, then flipped off the coach.”“Absolutely true,” said Becca, deadpan.”

“You're probably thinking I owe you my life."[Chris]"No." she [Becca] snapped."Just sixty bucks.""You charge for the hero act?" [Chris]”

“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.”

“Becky," he said. "Get in the car.""Becca," she corrected automatically. Her voice was breathy, her hands still clenched in fists."For god's sake-" His eyes slid left. "Just get in the car.”

“To whom it may concern: I’m not involved. Honest. Hugs, Becca.”