“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.”

“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?”

“You know, doing it on the table is quite nice,"Becca added.Lily chiked on her beer.On a table?"really?"Wait. Why did she ask that? Becca raised a brow."Come on,sweet Lily.Don't tell me you"ve never rried it." She blused and shook her head. Was there another way to do it other than with the lights off and missionary?”

“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.”

“But I didn't know about the other story.""What other story?”"About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are—""No, whatever you heard it’s not true.""But it was really romantic""Then it’s definitely not true.”

“You like to tell true stories, don't you?' he asked, and I answered, 'Yes, I like to tell stories that are true.'Then he asked, 'After you have finished your true stories sometime, why don't you make up a story and the people to go with it?Only then will you understand what happened and why.It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.”