Sana

“I changed my mind.”

“You changed—”

“My. Mind.” I stopped short and faced him, placing my hands on my hips. “It’s like underpants, Jethro.”

“Dirty and dark?” He smirked.

“No.” I scowled at his facial expression. “A mind is like underpants because people change them all the time.”

“But you don’t.”

“I do change my underpants all the time, Jethro. And, for the record, I think it’s mighty rude of you to assume I don’t.”

He almost rolled his eyes, but caught the urge. “I meant your mind, Cletus. You don’t change your mind.”
― Penny Reid, Beard Science

“The phone in my hand buzzed, demanding my attention, and a text flashed on the screen. It was from Cletus and the sight made my heart lurch and twist, a pining ache stealing my breath. As I scrolled through my notifications, I noticed several texts.

Cletus: I’m sorry. I was wrong, you were right.

Cletus: I just realized you probably don’t have your phone.

Cletus: I think I’m going to make myself useful by retrieving your phone.

Cletus: I just left your parents’ house. I have your phone.

Cletus: Clearly I had your phone, if you’re reading these messages.”
― Penny Reid, Beard Science

“Watching you pretend to hate the nickname is the best part of my day.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“You know what happens to people who ask questions. And you know what happens to people who answer them.”
― Tara Sullivan, The Bitter Side of Sweet