Took her [Ms. Whitlock] long enough to grade it." He mumbles.True. "But it took us forever to turn it in. She didn't have to accept it was from, she didn't have to let us write it together and she didn't have to give us an A-plus, but she did.

In the police’s defense, the Riot aren’t wearing their cuts, but I’m disappointed. The Riot watching the store are big names and we know them by face and road name in order to stay safe. I’d think the police would have done their homework, especially with Violet’s life on the line.

How can you fully hate someone who does all the stupid things because that's the way he loves?

The suck part about falling is that eventual crash landing.

But by the way Pigpen's eyes are flickering between that piece and me, I might have to stab him in the hand with a fork to get it. "It's mine." He whispers. "Go for it and you're going down."Despite my best intentions, I smile and his eyes shine with the win.

Pigpen's been tearing through the cabin, the yard, the clubhouse like a toddler on the warpath.

Jesus, you're a wet blanket." Pigpen walks up behind Eli and grins like he just escaped prison. "Why are you giving the girl hell for wanting to go to an army bar at midnight? It's not like she told you she was going to kick puppies." Pigpen winks at me. "You ready to roll? Or should I say hop?

Pigpen passes the pan of lasagna in Chevy's direction and he takes two squares for himself, the deposits the corner piece on my plate. I smirk at Pigpen and he scowls back at me.

I try to muscle my way past but Eli's right-hand man, Pigpen, plants himself in front of me like the towering sack of testosterone and annoyance he is.