Jamie McGuire Quotes

I can't believe you gave me twenty minutes notice to meet your family! I could kill you right now!

I didn't say you're a bad person. I just don't like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina.

It took a while for Tyler to respond.

I didn't send you flowers.
I can't decide if I feel like a dick or if I want to kill whoever sent them.
You didn't send the flowers?
No. There's no card?
No.
I wanna know who sent them.
Me, too.
Not for the same reason.
…which is?
I'm having violent thoughts. All I can say.
Quit.
I have a bad temper in general. Sending my gf flowers is not a good idea.
…I am not your gf.
Yet. You're not my gf yet.

You should have asked her first, Trav," America said, shaking her head and covering her mouth with her fingers.
"Asked her what? If I could get a tattoo?" he frowned, turning to me. "I love you. I want everyone to know I'm yours.
I shifted nervously. "That's permanent, Travis."
"So are we," he said, touching my cheek.

You won't have to worry about that. I am writing my own story. And in my story, I get a happy ending. No matter what happens, they can't touch me.

You don't really hate me ... do you?" he asked.
"Sometimes I wish that I did. It would make everything a whole hell of a lot easier."
"So what pisses you off more? What I did to make you wanna hate me? Or knowing that you can't?

For people who had struggled for every step forward, we didn't have one regret, and we wouldn't change a thing. Every wrong turn had led us to this moment, proving that every choice we'd made was right. We had cried and hurt and bled our way to happiness, the kind that couldn't be stopped by fire or wind. However it had happened and whatever it was, we were something beautiful.

Travis tapped my apple with his fork. "You gonna eat that, Pidge?"
"No, you can have it, Baby."
Heat consumed my ears when America's head jerked to look at me.
"It just came out," I said, shaking my head. I peeked up at Travis, whose expression was a mixture of amusement and adoration.

To the next generation of Maddoxes," Shepley said.
Travis's dimple sank in when he smiled. "May their lives be as beautiful as the women who carried them.

I know we're fucked up, all right? I'm impulsive and hot-tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then you need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't deserve you ... but I fucking love you.

That works for you. I need to stab things. That's what brings me peace.

I loved a man who I couldn't love, who loved someone else but loved me more ... Love could kiss my ass

I've got a fight in fourty-five minutes, Pidge. I want you there.

You're lucky I love Abby. I wouldn't do this shit for just anyone," Trent grumbled, brushing off his shirt

Did you just insinuate I'm comparable to Chuck Norris? Because I'll take that.

I didn't say you were a bad person. I just don't like being a foregone conclusion for sole reason of having a vagina." I focused on the grains of salt on the table until I heard a choking noise from Travis's direction.
His eyes widened and he quivered with howling laughter. "Oh my God! You're killing me! That's it. We have to be friends. I won't take no for an answer.

We've already lost the first woman we ever loved. The thought of going through that again scares the shit out of us.

Everything that's happened since we met has led to this moment. There is only one woman I've loved before you, and there will never be another after you.

That's not true. I love you more than my life, Pigeon," he said, hurt.
"That's exactly what I mean. That's crazy talk."
"It's not crazy. It's the truth.

Holy flippindip! It's colder than a frog's ass in January!

You think because I'm no longer a virgin, I'll screw anyone that'll have me? Thanks!" I said, shoving him.

"I didn't say that, damn it! Is it too much to ask for a little peace of mind?"

"Why would it give you peace of mind to know if I'm sleeping with Parker?"

"How can you not know? It's obvious to everyone else but you!" he said, exasperated.

You two have just reached the level of annoyingly cute, America grinned.

I'm sorry for calling you so early, but this couldn't wait. I can't go to dinner with you on Wednesday."
"I can't see you at all actually."
"I'm ... pretty sure I'm in love with Travis.

I can't win with you. I can't win with you! You say you're done ... I'm fucking miserable over here! I had to break my phone into a million pieces to keep from calling you every minute of the damn day
I've had to play it off like everything is just fine at school so you can be happy ... and you're fucking mad at me? You broke my fuckin' heart!

Travis doesn't do well when he doesn't have choices. If he thinks he could lose Abby over it, he'll fight. Losing her for lying, or losing her because he's in prison aren't great choices."

"He loves her that much?"

"I don't think that's an adequate word to describe the way he feels about her. Threatening him with losing her is like threatening his life."

"That's awfully … dramatic."

Maddox considered that. "Drama is the nature of their relationship.

You're important to me, you know," I said, squeezing him.
"I don't understand you, Pigeon. I thought I knew women, but you're so fucking confusing I don't know which way is up."
"I don't understand you, either. You're supposed to be Eastern's ladies' man. I'm not getting the full freshmen experience they promised in the brochure," I teased.
"Well, that's a first. I've never had a girl sleep with me to get me to leave her alone," he said, keeping his back to me.

You said I'd see you tomorrow, and now you're getting on a fucking plane?

America grinned. "No, it's something else," she said, watching Travis' hand as he patted my thigh. She was right; he was different. There was an air of peace around him, almost as if some kind of new contentment had settled into his soul.

He held me tight against him until I quit struggling, and then he flicked the strap of my dress, causing it to hang off my shoulder.
'Since the word virgin came out of those beautiful lips of yours ... I have a sudden urge to help you out of that dress.

I was in love with her; couldn't imagine my life without her in it; but at the same time, I wanted her to have better.

I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you.

I'll feel better when Trent gets his punk ass here."
"I'm here, you whiny little girl," Trent said in a hushed voice. I could barely see his outline in the darkness, but his smile gleamed in the moonlight.
"How ya been, sis?" he said. He hugged me with one arm, and then playfully shoved Travis with the other.

Tyler shook his head. "We started out together. We go out together, right?"(...)
Tyler stood up and walked around the table. He held out his hand, and when I grabbed it, he yanked me to my feet. "It's just a desk. You're my brother.

The way I feel about you ... it's crazy."
"You got the crazy part right," she snapped, pulling away from me.
"I practiced this in my head the whole time we were on the bike, so just hear me out."
"Travis - "
"I know we're fucked-up, all right? I'm impulsive and hot tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then you need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't deserve you ... but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I've loved anyone or anything, ever. When you're around, I don't need booze or money or the fighting or the one-night stands ... all I need is you. You're all I think about. You're all I dream about. You're all I want.

Most girls bored me outta my gourd, but this girl was intriguing. Entertaining, even. I didn't faze her, at least not in a positive way. My very presence seemed to make her want to puke, and I found that strangely endearing.

I've had a lifetime of wrong. You're the only thing thats right.

Get in the fucking car. You're a mean drunk.
You haven't seen me mean, mama's boy!
I told you we're close!
Yeah, so are me and my asshole! Doesn't mean I'm going to call it twice a day!

He managed a single laugh. "Who would have thought from the first time we met that we'd be sitting here? You couldn't have told me three months ago that I'd be this miserable over saying goodbye to a girl."
My stomach sank. "I don't want you to be miserable."
"Then don't go.

I had died and woken up in High School Musical

A Maddox boy will take you all the way to the edge, but if you go with him, he'll follow you anywhere ...

Something about being in a hospital made anything personal impersonal. Bad breath, sexual partners, foot fungus, vaginal odor, gastrointestinal noises, even past relationships and bad habits were no longer private, they were health history. In a hospital, doctors were priests, and anything less than cleansing your soul was an act of aggression against your well-being.

Claire freed him, and then lifted Ryan to his feet. She pushed back his head to inspect his wound, overly rough. "You'll live." Ryan winced. "Thanks, Honey, I love you, too.

That was for you! I was afraid I'd lose you if I didn't pretend to be okay with being friends. I could have been with you this whole time? What the fuck, Pigeon?"
"I…." I couldn't argue; he was right. I had made us both suffer, and I had no excuse. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? I damn near drank myself to death, I could barely get out of bed, I shattered my phone into a million pieces on New Year's Eve to keep from calling you…and you're sorry?

Should be a pleasant flight, Mr. and soon-to-be Mrs. Ryel," the pilot said. Jared's grin stretched the width of his face. "I might have paid him extra to say that." "I figured as much," I teased.

You must have voodoo in your hoohoo.

What the fuck is that?" Thomas asked. "Oh! It's Toto! I'm babysittin',

I'm a mess!" I said, frowning in the mirror.
"Do you even realize how beautiful you are?" he asked, kissing my neck.

There's a girl, Dad."
He smiled a bit. "A girl."
"She kinda hates me, and I kinda ... "
"Love her?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean ... how do you know?"
His smile grew wider. "When you're talking about her with your old dad because you don't know what else to do.

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Hello?" "Hazel said you're not coming in. You okay?" "Uh . . ." "Are you sick?" "No." "Then why aren't you coming to work?" "I have a bad case of awkward as fuck." "Because I kissed you?" he asked, incensed.

Marek's expression was murderous; Travis looked mildly amused.

Nothing was better than coming up with new ways to make her fall in love with me all over again. I lived for that shit now, and it was way more satisfying.

Once in the shower, I let the water run over my face, keeping my eyes closed. The delicate outlines of Abby's features were burned behind my eyelids. It wasn't the first time; I saw her every time my eyes closed. Now that she was gone, it was like being stuck in a nightmare.

I'm going to stay the hell out of Vegas, and away from Benny…I'm going to finish school. But I need you. I need you. You're my best friend." His voice was desperate and broken, matching his expression.
In the dim light I could see a tear fall from his eye, and in the next moment he reached out for me and I was in his arms, his lips on mine. He squeezed me tight against his chest as he kissed me, and then cradled my face in his hands, pressing his lips harder against my mouth, desperate to get a reaction.

I'm going to travel with my camera. Take pictures of the earth and sky and everything in-between. You could come with me.'

I laughed. 'And do what?'

He shrugged. 'Be the in-between.

Travis is a fucking wreck! He won't talk to us, he's trashed the apartment, threw the stereo across the room ... Shep can't talk any sense into him!"
"He took a swing at Shep when he found out we helped you leave. Abby! Please tell me!" she pleaded, her eyes glossing over. "It's scaring me!"
"It's something else, Abby. He's gone fucking nuts! I heard him call your name, and then he stomped all over the apartment looking for you. He barged into Shep's room, demanding to know where you were. Then he tried to call you. Over, and over and over," she sighed. "His face was ... Jesus, Abby. I've never seen him like that.

It hasn't seemed like home since you left, he said, kissing my lips.

Cry if you must. Scream. Get it all out of your system, and then we'll have fun. It won't last forever, but it will keep you busy for tonight.

The reasons leading to the origin of the problem aren't always simple, but the solution always is.

It's us, Trav. Nothing makes sense unless we're together. Have you noticed that?"
"Noticed? I've been telling you that all year!" he teased. "It's official. Bimbos, fights, leaving, Parker, Vegas ... even fires ... our relationship can withstand anything.

She liked it dark when her soul felt black

Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?

He reminded me of the typical soap-opera star. His words were fake, his smile was fake, and his very presence affected me like nails on a chalkboard.

Marry me," I said without hesitation. I was surprised at how quickly and easily the words came.
His mouth spread into a broad smile. "When?"
I shrugged. "We can book a flight tomorrow. It's Spring Break. I don't have anything going on tomorrow, do you?"
"I'm callin' your bluff," he said, reaching for his phone. "America Airlines," he said, watching my reaction closely as he was connected. "I need two tickets to Vegas, please. Tomorrow. Hmmmmm ... ," he looked at me, waiting for me to change my mind. "Two days, round trip. Whatever you have."
I rested my chin on his chest, waiting for him to book the tickets. The longer I let him stay on the phone, the wider his smile became.

I guess I'll get a shower," I said, grabbing a towel and my shower bag.
"I'll alert the media," Kara deadpanned, keeping her head down.

You can't tell me what to do anymore, Travis! I don't belong to you!"
Her words ignited a deep anger inside me. I stomped to the bed, planted my hands on the mattress on each side of her thighs, and leaned into her face.
"Well, I belong to you!" I screamed. I put so much force behind my words, I could feel all the blood rush to my face. Abby met my glare, refusing to even flinch. I looked at her lips, panting. "I belong you," I whispered, my anger fading as desire took over.

We're both drunk,"
"This isn't right," he said.
"I want you."
"I need you to say it," he said.
"I'll say whatever you want."
"Then say that you belong to me. Say that you'll take me back. I won't do this unless we're together."
"We've never really been apart, have we?"
"I need to hear you say it. I need to know you're mine."
"I've been yours since the second we met."
"Say it again,"he said.
"I'm yours," I breathed. Every nerve, inside and out ached for more. "I don't ever want to be apart from you again."
"Promise me,"
"I love you. I'll love you forever.

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The only thing I'm thinking about right now is holding you in my arms all night.

Megan was an old pro at tipping the scales in her favour.
"Introduce me to your girlfriend" Megan said, smiling.
She knew damn good and well Abby wasn't my girlfriend. HO 101: If the man in your sights is on a date or with a female friend, force him to admit to lack of commitment. Creates insecurity and instability.

It'd better. God owes me one, more than one.

Or your arms," Trenton added. "Because if you ever talk to her with anything less than a respectful tone again, I will rip those fuckers off and beat you with 'em. Do we understand each other?

Besides, there was something under the good girl facade. She hated me on sight because she'd been burned by someone like me before. No way was she a slut, though. Not even a reformed slut. I could spot them a mile away. My game face slowly melted away. I'd finally found a girl that was interesting enough to get to know, and a version of me had already hurt her.

I could spend a thousand years trying to block that moment from my memory, and it would still be burned into my mind.

To have everything and feel nothing was the worst kind of selfishness.

I perched my chin on his shoulder and smiled. "That was because you were trying to win our bet."
He angled his neck to face me. "Damn right I was.

You're supposed to be Easterns' ladies man. I'm not getting the full freshman experience they promised in the brochure.

You're my home." -Travis Maddox

Country's for dancing and crying. AC/DC is for cleaning your truck.

Back the fuck up or I'll kill you!" he yelled to those staring at the fallen men. I gripped his arm tighter and he patted my hand. "I got ya, Abby. Just watch the fight.

Don't interrupt my anxiety attack. It's rude.

Your payback? You've made me believe all weekend that you were falling for me!" "I am! I have! Jesus Christ, Camille, how can I get

You're turning me into a fucking psycho, Pigeon," he growled over his shoulder. "I don't think straight when I'm around you.

Sheets, towels and blankets surrounded Travis. He had fashioned a soft pallet to sleep on while I expelled the fifteen shots of tequila I'd consumed the night before. Travis had held my hair out of the toilet, and sat with me all night.

The anger subsided, and my shoulders fell. "I know you didn't. But you have got to curb this overprotective big-brother thing you've got going on."
Travis laughed once. "I'm not playing the big brother, Pigeon. Not even close.

I decided a long time ago I would feed on the vultures until a dove came along. A pigeon. The kind of soul that didn't impede on anyone; just walked around worrying about its own business, trying to get through life without pulling everyone else down. With its own needs and selfish habits. Brave. A communicator. Intelligent. Beautiful. Soft-spoken. A creature that mates for life. Unattainable until she has a reason to trust you.

What the fuck happened to you last night? I wake up this morning, and you're gone and you…you just leave and don't say goodbye? Why?"

"I'm sorry. I - ,"

"You're sorry? I've been going crazy! You don't answer your phone, you sneak out and, wha - why? I thought we finally had everything figured out!

You, Travis Maddox, are kinda sexy when you're not being a whore," she said, a ridiculous, drunken grin twisting her mouth in different directions.
Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious. "In another life, I could love you."
"I might love you in this one.

Jared cupped my jaw and his thumb brushed my cheek. 'As long as you heart is beating, so is mine

I shoved my hands in my pocket, refusing to say, I might be falling for you at this very moment, or any of the other stupid things that were bombarding my mind.

It's good for him. No man should get every woman he wants. Keeps their douchebaggery to a tolerable level.

It wasn't just me, and it wasn't just him, it was what we were together that was the exception.

Her personality was charming to those she loved, and repellent to those she didn't

I exist for you. And I live for you. And I live to love you.

You're going to be sorry you didn't open the door, because I just crawled along that piss-covered floor and now I'm going to hug you.

He didn't speak; his lips continued working against mine. His solid arms enveloped me, and then he buried his face in my neck.

"You're quiet th

I will. I've never wanted a girlfriend before, Pigeon. I'm not used to feeling this way about someone ... about anyone. If you'll be patient with me, I swear I'll get it figured out.

I know you didn't. And I know it doesn't matter what I say now, because I fucked things up…just like I always do.

That's because you've kissed boys, sweetheart.

There were worse things than finding your soul mate too early in life, and what was too early, anyway?

I told you, Baby. They're gonna love you. Love you like I love you, love you, Shepley said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

America smiled at me and wiped my face. "You are such a pain in the ass, Abby. God, I love you!