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“Everything is going to be fine.”
“When I’m nervous and I can’t dance, I babble. And, Sawyer? Being buried alive makes me very nervous.”

Nevermind THE FUCK?

“LABOR DAY, 3:17 A.M.”

Fym Labor Day do they mean labor like the laborers or going into labour im scared

“My mom slept with her sister’s husband, and she got pregnant on purpose”

“herself. “The pact.”
“Pact?” I repeated.
Three Debutantes. Three pregnancies. The white ribbons. ­Senator Ames considering any truth that my mother had told me about my conception to be a threat, even though I apparently wasn’t his daughter.
“Pact,” I said again. My heart stopped beating. I wasn’t sure it would ever start up again. “I was the result of a pregnancy pact?”

“It’s ironic, is all,” my mom said lightly. “That you’ve spent this Debutante season pretending to be pregnant, and you spent ours pretending that you weren’t.”

Is Greer Ana

“My entire life, up until this year, my mother had only told me three things about my father.
She’d only slept with him once.
He hated fish.
He wasn’t looking for a scandal.”

“Miss Taft,” he said softly. “My son got a girl—a young girl—pregnant years ago.”
I know. I know this. I—
“But that girl,” he continued, “was not your mother.”
I whirled around to face him. He couldn’t really expect me to believe that, could he?
“Her name,” he said, “was Ana.”

OH MY GOD

“Has he indicated to you that I’m your granddaughter?”
With as much time as I’d spent avoiding saying that, the words came out surprisingly smoothly. In response, the Ames family patriarch choked, then coughed.
“My dear,” he said, once he had recovered, “I wish that you were.”

That’s such a sweet thing to say tho

“one. The pearls are exactly where they’re supposed to be.”
Now I was the one counting to ten. “And where is that?”
Campbell removed her ponytail holder and shook her tresses down her back. “Why,” she said, “on the way to my father’s mistress.”

“Smart girl.” The senator allowed his hand to fall from my shoulder. “Because if you do become inconvenient?” His tone turned almost affectionate. “I’ll kill you, sweetheart.”

Boy what

“Walker’s stable,” I said. “Or as stable as Walker gets. And Nick…”

He is stable, you are deep

“I am not a teenager,” the tuxedoed boy declared in the single most cheerful lie Mackie had ever heard. “I am a lawyer. Take me to my clients.”

Sure you are lil bro

“If you weren’t driving,” I said pointedly, “and Walker wasn’t, who was?”
She waited so long to reply that I wasn’t sure a response was coming. And then it did. “Our father.”

Oh my god

“The first person I’d seen was Lily, and for a split second in time, I’d felt relieved. I might have pushed her away earlier, but when I’d needed someone…
My cousin had marched up to me and told me that I was no better than my mama.”

LILY WHY. You stabbed me with a knife and twisted it girl

“Is Sterling Ames my father?” I asked again. I needed to hear her say it. “Is he—”
“Yes.”
OH MY GOD

“Stay away from my son.” Her voice was barely audible, but in no way could it have been described as a whisper.

“You and Walker…” She stepped toward me. “It’s just wrong.”

“Wrong, Walker and I… would be wrong.”
“Wrong, because I’m trash? Or wrong because your husband is my father?”

“Sounds nice,” I said flatly, because it did—and because I knew that the subtext here wasn’t nice at all.
“You weren’t a part of that,” ”

Girl what

“Most of these kids have known each other since they were in diapers. When your aunt Olivia went into labor with John David, your uncle dropped Lily off at my house. We had an impromptu slumber party—Lily and Campbell and Sadie-Grace”

“Penny for your thoughts,” she commented as she ran a hand over my dress, smoothing the fabric.
“A penny won’t buy you much these days,” I told Lily as she zipped me. “Thought inflation.”
“Sawyer,” Lily faux-chided. “Inflation isn’t something we talk about…”

Idk why I find this funny

“And even though there’s so much I don’t know—so much that I can’t know—I’ve also never felt more sure of myself.”

“There’s only about forty minutes left at this point,” I say. “I think he’s earned at least that much of a reprieve.”
“Very well,” Dr. Guinn says. “Reprieve granted.”

The patience of this man I kinda feel bad

“Hello, Sentinels. This is Len DiMartile.”
“And this is Serena Hwangbo.”
“Please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance.”

“Come on, Eliza.You know it’s not always that easy. Especially with you. How would you have reacted if I’d told you?”
“I would’ve never talked to you again.”
“Is that what you want? For us to have never been friends?”
“Yes.”
“You really mean that?” His voice cracks on the last syllable, and my chest pinches. But I don’t back down.
“I mean everything I say. Not like you.”

OH

“What’s wrong, Len?”
He looks away. “I posted the manifesto.”

OH MY GOD WHICH MEANS HE WROTE THAT CONCLUSION TOO

“Okay, then tell me the real reason. The truth.”
Len lies back down when I say this, gazing up at the ceiling instead of me. And even though I’ve been trying to needle him, it strikes me that maybe these things can be confusing for him, too.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you,”
“It’s okay,” I joke gently. “I already know that you like me.”

“him. “Especially because it’s still unclear whether you’re going to resign or not.”
“I’ll resign,” he says.
His directness disarms me. “Really?”
“Sure. If that’s what you want, I’ll tell Mr. Powell tomorrow.”
“Are you just agreeing because you want to keep hooking up?”
“So that is on the table?”

Bro rly wants that cookie

“And then?”
“He told me that he’d let us work it out ourselves.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
We’re both silent for a minute. Then Len pulls his keys out of his pants pocket, tosses them in the air, and catches them with one hand. “So . . . what do you think?” he says, giving me side-eye. “Should we try to work it out?”

“How did Guinn react to the fact that you were low-key threatening legal action on my behalf?”
“He asked whether my mother customarily sends me to represent her clients.”
“Oh my God.” I’m dying. “He called you out.”
“A little bit.”

“shake my head in disbelief. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. I could have survived detention.” Something bitter occurs to me. “I didn’t need you to rescue me.”
“Oh, I know.” The corner of his mouth goes up. “But isn’t it nice to have the patriarchy conspire to benefit you for once?”
I mean, I would prefer if there were no patriarchy at all. But also, he’s not wrong.”

“Right, but schools reserve the right to discipline behavior that is disruptive.”
“Does standing on a lunch table while yelling into a megaphone count as ‘disruptive’?”
“Maybe if you’re dressed like that.”
“Get to the point, victim-blamer.”