Shh!" the guy beside me hissed again. "Blame him," I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. "Listen," he said, facing me again. "If you don't quiet down, I'll get security." "Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away," I said, again signaling Patch. "Tell them he wants to kill me." "I want to kill you," hissed the guy's girlfriend.
Becca FitzpatrickTry it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile depened. "Zip it up?" Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, i will track Scott down, and when i find him, it won't be pretty.
Becca FitzpatrickI wasnยดt expecting to come home to you, but now that youยดre here, I have no intention of letting you leave." Patch :D (p. 295)
Becca FitzpatrickIf we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.
Becca FitzpatrickI donโt see any police cars.โ โThey probably had to park a couple blocks over. Anyway, as I was saying, I noticed illegal substances in the hands of a few guests.โ โSo?โ she snapped. โItโs a party.โ โAlcohol is illegal under the age of twenty-one.โ โGreat!โ Marcie shouted. โWhat am I going to do?โ She paused, then raised her voice again. โYou probably called them!โ โWho, me?โ Vee said. โAnd lose the free food? No way.
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