Sigma Girl Quotes

So I had this date last night,” Dane goes on, ignoring my order. “Do you remember that girl from Sigma Kappa Whatever? She was at the gig last night, and everything was going great, both of us eye-fucking for like four frickin’ hours…” He pauses and turns to me, his voice turning urgent. “She takes me home, dude, and I’m sitting in the living room while she’s in the bathroom, and I’m so ready, because she’s so hot, right? And who walks in?” “Dane.” I close my eyes, willing him to shut the fuck up. “Her mom, dude!” he bursts out. “Her mom in her light pink nightie with legs for days. And let me tell you, man…Stacy’s mom has got it going on?” I can’t help myself. I break out in a laugh at the song reference and pinch the bridge of my nose, tired but a fraction more relaxed, even if I’d never admit it to him. Such an idiot.

So, you’ve never chased a girl through the forest?” “No, I haven’t. I’ve never even kissed a girl until you. What I do for you is only for you, Violet. Just like I promised.

It’s one thing to talk to the girls about my relationship, but there’s no way I can divulge anything about sex with Kole without terrifying them.

Good girl.” Brax towers over me. “I want to watch you cry while I fuck you. Scream for your brother. For your boyfriend. For the daddy who didn’t want you. I’m going to rip your cunt open like you deserve for what you did to Liam.

The girl who was born surrounded by death. Raised with half a family. Screaming into the abyss at the bottom of the ocean until he found me.

It makes me want a sassy beautiful little girl who will be a cheerleader and Homecoming Queen and Sigma Chi Sweetheart, all of the things I rejected outright because they weren’t options.

For a girl as smart as she is, she’s dumb enough to search for my affection.

Be a good girl for your savior, Violet.

You enjoying the show?” “Sorry, I was headed home, and I just—” What? Stopped to watch some girl get fucked by the two of them?

Where are you?” “Where I always am. Watching my girl.

I need to know what’s important to this girl with the black hair and sapphire eyes that brand themselves into my brain.

And how disturbed does a girl have to be to ask a killer that question for a second time?