“I’m just not interested.”“Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.”… “Then how are you not interested.”

“Do you have ovaries?" Jacob asked. I shot him a look. "Yes" He slid down the back of the couch and sat beside Brittany. "Then how are you not intrested?”

“He's not the relationship kind or so I hear.""And do you want a relationship?" I asked her."No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more.""Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested."Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.”

“You do know him, so that's a lame excuse."It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How do you really ever truly know someone?"Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. "He's not a serial killer.""Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho."Jacob stared at me. "He's not Ted Bundy.”

“What are you doing, Avery?”I held up my bottle. “Drinking. What are you doing?”His icy blue eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I’m getting at and you know that. What are you doing?”Damn. Hello attitude. I tried to give Cam the bitch look Steph had mastered, screwing my face up until I’m sure I looked like I was having a seizure. I sighed and gave up.”

“You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.”Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?”“I did. And I owned it . Gonna make me a shirt that says that.”

“You are an enigma, Avery Morgansten."I leaned against the counter, my eyes widening as he proceeded to eat half the loaf. "Not really. More like you are.""How so?"I gestured at him. "You just ate four hard-boiled eggs, you're eating half a loaf, and you have abs that look like they belong on a Bowflex ad."Cam looked absolutely thrilled to hear that. "You've been checking me out, haven't you? In between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy."I laughed. "Shut up.""I'm a growing boy.”