“Did women deserve to be treated like sluts? No. Did sluts deserve to be treated like sluts? Yes.”

“Do you want the whole school to think I’m one of your sluts?” My sluts? They weren’t mine. Hence them being sluts.”

“Besides, there was something under the good girl facade. She hated me on sight because she’d been burned by someone like me before. No way was she a slut, though. Not even a reformed slut. I could spot them a mile away. My game face slowly melted away. I’d finally found a girl that was interesting enough to get to know, and a version of me had already hurt her.”

“It’s not funny. Do you want the whole school to think I’m one of your sluts?”Travis frowned. “No one thinks that. And if they do, they better hope I don’t hear about it.”

“I’m glad you had a good time, Pidge. You deserve it.”

“I stared at the couch with revulsion. "She's someone's daughter, Travis. What if, down the line, someone treats your daughter like that?""My daughter better not drop her panties for some jackass she just met, let's put it that way.”

“She did some sort of magic bra trick to get it off and out of her shirt. All women seemed to know the same maneuver.”