“Really? If I could hate my trainer? That would be ideal. I'd prefer to despise this person with the fire of ten thousand suns. So when I walk - nay, crawl - out of here at the end of my workouts, I want to lull myself to sleep by picturing my very talented and inspirational trainer getting hit by a bus. A bus that I am driving.”
“I'd make Liam my slave and I would make him be my uh personal trainer!”
“I don't hate anyone. but if someone I knew ever got hit by a bus... I'd probably be driving it.”
“The morning of the game, I'd woken up in my rez house so my dad could drive me the twenty-two miles to Reardan, so I could get on the team bus for the ride back to the reservation. Crazy. ”
“I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.”
“I mean, I knew I wasn't a nice person, but what did I do in my past life to deserve this? I must have hit a bus full of nuns while driving a stolen car on my way to selling drugs to schoolchildren!”