Sarah Tork > Quotes

“What did I do now?” He reluctantly pulled the car the curb.

I needed to get out of this car – like now. I couldn’t breathe.

I unbuckled and flung open the door.

“Thanks for the ride. Bye.”

I slammed the door shut and began down the sidewalk. Behind me, I heard the engine turn off and his door open and shut. I quickened my stride as James jogged up to me. I slowed down knowing I couldn’t escape his long legs anyway. Plus, I didn’t want to get home all sweaty and have to explain myself.

“What happened?” James asked, matching my pace.

“Leave me alone!” I snapped back. I felt his hand grab my elbow, halting me easily.

“Stop,” he ordered.

Damn it, he’s strong!

“What are you pissed about now?” He towered over me. I was trapped in front of him, if he tugged a bit, I’d be in his embrace.

“It’s so funny huh? I’m that bad? I’m a clown, I’m so funny!” I jerked my arm, trying to break free of his grip. “Let me go!”

“No!” He squeezed tighter, pulling me closer.

“Leave me alone!” I spit the words like venom, pulling my arm with all my might.

“What’s your problem?” James demanded loudly. His hand tightened on my arm with each attempt to pull away. My energy was dwindling and I was mentally exhausted. I stopped jerking my arm back, deciding it was pointless because he was too strong; there was no way I could pull my arm back without first kneeing him in the balls.

We were alone, standing in the dark of night in a neighborhood that didn’t see much traffic.

“Fireball?” he murmured softly.

“What?” I replied quietly, defeated.

Hesitantly, he asked, “Did I say something to make you sad?”

I wasn’t going to mention the boyfriend thing; there was no way.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

That’s just great, way to sound strong there, now he’ll have no reason not to pity you!

“I’m sorry,” came his quiet reply.

Well maybe ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t good enough. The damage is already done!

“Whatever.”

“What can I do to make it all better?”

“There’s nothing you could–” I began but was interrupted by him pulling me against his body. His arms encircled my waist, holding me tight. My arms instinctively bent upwards, hands firmly planted against his solid chest. Any resentment I had swiftly melted away as something brand new took its place: pleasure.

Jesus!

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him softly; his face was only a few inches from mine.

“What do you think you’re doing?” James asked back, looking down at my hands on his chest. I slowly slid my arms up around his neck.

I can’t believe I just did that!

“That’s better.”

Our bodies were plastered against one another; I felt a new kind of nervousness touch every single inch of my body, it prickled electrically.

“James,” I murmured softly.

“Fireball,” he whispered back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I repeated; my brain felt frozen. My heart had stopped beating a mile a minute instead issuing slow, heavy beats.

James uncurled one of his arms from my waist and trailed it along my back to the base of my neck, holding it firmly yet delicately. Blood rushed to the very spot he was holding, heat filled my eyes as I stared at him.

“What are you doing?” My bewilderment was audible in the hush.

I wasn’t sure I had the capacity to speak anymore. That function had fled along with the bitch. Her replacement was a delicate flower that yearned to be touched and taken care of. I felt his hand shift on my neck, ever so slightly, causing my head to tilt up to him. Slowly, inch by inch, his face descended on mine, stopping just a breath away from my trembling lips.

I wanted it. Badly. My lips parted a fraction, letting a thread of air escape.

“Can I?” His breath was warm on my lips.

Fuck it!

“Yeah,” I whispered back. He closed the distance until his lush lips covered mine.

My first kiss…damn!

His lips moved softly over mine. I felt his grip on my neck squeeze as his lips pressed deeper into”
― Sarah Tork, Young Annabelle

“But I love you.” His green eyes looked sad. “It was a fucked up week, a misunderstanding that we both took too far. How come I can forget, but you can’t?” “Because, I’m not a masochist.” I smirked, bitterly. “Last time, was really the last time for us.”
― Sarah Tork, What My Heart Wants

“Oh no you don’t. We made our bed, now we have to lie in it. We’re warriors, and we ain’t scared of nobody!” She claimed, holding out a fist. “We’re warriors Anna. Mean, hardcore, we take no prisoners, warriors. I laugh in the face of the fools that would dare confront us today.”
― Sarah Tork, The Truth About James

“You’ve been barely eating lately.” Mom said, trying to sound ‘motherly’. “And we’re becoming increasingly concerned.” “She’s right,” Dad added. “You barely eat anything, well except for salad and water and maybe a piece of actual food here and there.” It was bullshit! Complete and utter bullshit. If I had a problem, which I don’t, it was because of her! I inhaled a deep breath, feeling angry. “And whose fault is that. You’ve been drilling my head for the last few months” I snipped. “This is what you wanted.” I eyed Mom, feeling my eyes water. “All Summer, you harassed me, pried into my personal space, made me keep a food diary. I’m doing what you want.” Her jaw dropped. “This wasn’t what I wanted.” Mom shook her head. “I didn’t want you to starve yourself and just eat salad.” “You didn’t?” I practically yelled. I took a breath and let it out. “Last Summer…...EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU found out that I didn’t eat anything from your precious food manual you practically threw a fit.” Mom shook her head, eyeing Dad like she was being falsely accused. “It wasn’t like that.” She stammered. “It was.” I snapped. “It was like that every day.”
― Sarah Tork, What My Heart Wants

“But there was already a club of people disappointed in me, with my mother as the president.”
― Sarah Tork, Always Wanted

“(your my everything) from the book Waiting For A Fall”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“If I could have jumped up and down on my bed, I would have. I would have shouted at the top of my lungs, announcing to everyone who was unhappy and depressed that it was all going to be okay, that they just had to tough it out for a little longer. Happiness was always on its way, especially for those who deserved it. And I definitely deserved it.”
― Sarah Tork, Young Annabelle

“Come and get it bitch. I've been waiting to do this all night, maybe for my entire life. That's right, I time traveled from the future. I've just come back from visiting you at the hospital where I put your nasty ass!”
― Sarah Tork, Wanted Always

“A pound a week was slow. I was 175 pounds when we started this torture a month and half ago, now I was 167. I was setting a horrible example for Katherine. At eleven, she was skinny and a dancer, but who knew what bad habits she might be learning from me. She could begin to gain weight in high school like I did, and it would be my fault for waiting until now to lose the weight, and for doing it at a snail’s pace.”
― Sarah Tork, Young Annabelle

“It wasn’t just Shelby that I was seeing differently. I was in the presence of a hero and he was standing right next to me under the scrutinizing glare of a pissed off, evil troll.”
― Sarah Tork, Young Annabelle

“And the whole virginity thing, are you okay about that? Are you devastated now that you know what you know and you’ve given it to him?” She asked. I shook my head. “No, I wanted to.” Jenna rolled her eyes. “I’m sure it was nothing to call the president about anyways.” “It was pretty good.” I informed her sheepishly. “Anna!” Jenna jaw dropped. “You’re not supposed to be complimenting his skills. You’re supposed to be downgrading them! Jesus! Have I taught you nothing in life?” I burst out laughing at her exaggerated tone of voice. “He was horrible in bed and his thingy was a little thingy. I’d barely felt a thing!” It was Jenna’s turn to burst out laughing.”
― Sarah Tork, The Truth About James

“These boys had power, and whether it was used for good or bad, I had to stay in control and not let them use it over me.”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“Trust me baby, when I come on to you, you’ll know it and you won’t be turning back for that piece of shit ever again.”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“Slow dancing with that pitcher and then letting him touch your face.” James growled, his jaw twitching.”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“Baby, we belong together.”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“Have what it takes to make that journey?”
― Sarah Tork, The Truth About James

“Yeah, so I did. I’m allowed to,” he stated arrogantly. He was allowed to?”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“I shook my head. It was so easy for her. She could just shoot out garbage about wanting something I know she couldn’t possibly eat every day. She’d try it for a few days then ask Mom if it was okay to eat Cornflakes instead. I recalled the beginning of summer when I’d been told about what my breakfast would be from then until the end of the world.”
― Sarah Tork, Young Annabelle

“You made out with her in front of everyone.” I snapped. “It just happened. She’s been all over me tonight, what was I supposed to do?”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“I headed to the bathroom, deciding to wait in there until Jenna arrived. Just as I entered a stall, a couple of girls came in panting loudly.”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“They looked sad and I didn’t know why.”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“want me to feel like this. Lately, the world hadn’t been interested in what makes me happy. Mom”
― Sarah Tork, Young Annabelle

“Wow… I’m an alcoholic now!”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall

“Dean?”
― Sarah Tork, Waiting For A Fall