Victoria Scott Quotes & Sayings

All the way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Charlie yaps away. I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger. — Victoria Scott

The coffee tastes like a donkey's ass — Victoria Scott

I decided on classing it up for the party ... If Charlie doesn't dig my get up, I'll expose her for what she is: asexual. — Victoria Scott

We girls are prewired to like things that make you suffer. — Victoria Scott

His pinched expression looks like he just smelled his own asshole. — Victoria Scott

I have the confidence of a killer whale, but being shot down by these losers stings. — Victoria Scott

We've survived raging rivers, men with spears, dehydration, the Triggers, oceanic storms, jellyfish stings, Pandora Wars, hypothermia, avalanches. We've come out the other side alive and bitter.
We want the Cure.
And we want revenge. — Victoria Scott

I'll make waffles. My face lights up. Yes, she continues and bacon.
I look at Max and nod towards Charlie
That's my girl!
Damn straight, he says. — Victoria Scott

But sometimes that can make a girl so much more appealing. The beauty who doesn't know she's beautiful. — Victoria Scott

Look, cat, you and I are never going to be friends. She's going to
call you Max, but I'm going to call you Shit Head. And if you think for
one second - " The cat lies down in a tight little ball of nastiness and
falls asleep. "Oh, please. Make yourself at home by sleeping on my
scrotum." I peek out into the sitting room area that connects to the
four bedrooms, and then glance back at the kitten. Releasing a sigh of
discontent, I pet Shit Head with one finger. He purrs extra hard, and
I find myself wondering if I could train him to do things. Every hero
needs a sidekick, and I'm nothing if not a Grade-A Hero.
- Dante Walker — Victoria Scott

But I'm hungry. I bypass the line and smile to myself when the peeps behind me mumble complaints. Telling their families and friends about "this dick in the snack line" will be the highlight of their day. — Victoria Scott

Wait? Is she trying to intimidate me? Because if she is ... it just might work. Bitch be scary. — Victoria Scott

Apparently Big Guy has become the new Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. — Victoria Scott

Like an eagle, dude. Like a freaking bald-assed eagle. — Victoria Scott

She raises her hands and places them on either side of my face. My skin burns beneath her touch. 'I think you're beautiful.'
I smile, thinking she's done. But she releases my face and places her palms on my chest, directly over my heart.
'You're beautiful right here,' she says.
I close my eyes, and the breath rushes from my lungs.
'I see the good in you, Dante,' Charlie continues, her words rolling together off her tongue. 'Even if you don't, I do. You have a good heart. You know how I know?'
I open my eyes. She's looking at me like nothing else in the world exists. Like the entire planet and all of mankind just vanished. She slowly wraps my hands inside her own as best she can and places them on her chest. 'Because I feel it here.' She taps our hands against her chest. 'I know you're good, Dante. Because I feel it inside of me. — Victoria Scott

My lips move against hers, and the kiss says everything I'd hoped to hear. It tells me she loves me, and that she's in this forever. — Victoria Scott

Because I see you. Even though you try so hard to hide, I see you, anyway. — Victoria Scott

Her quasi-smile blossoms. "I shouldn't be scared," she says, and it sounds like something between a statement and a question.
"You should be terrified," I say. Because I'm going to show you dance moves that'll have you begging for my shit. — Victoria Scott

Max is going through my overnight bag when I get back to Wink Hotel. My favorite part about this is that he doesn't stop when I walk in the room.
"Hey," he says. He pulls out my black Hugo Boss dress hirt, then holds it up to his nose and sniffs loudly.
"Dude. Stop." I pull the shirt from his hands and toss it on the bed.
"I just love your scent," he says in a chick voice.
"You and everyone else, my friend. — Victoria Scott

Is this happening? I'm
surprised to hear my own voice
and decide right then and there
that I have a positively perfect
Man Voice. — Victoria Scott

I wake up feeling like I spent the last three days in a massage parlor. My muscles are relaxed, and I feel refreshed, like I could climb Mount Everest or build an ark or cure the world of minivans. — Victoria Scott

An enormous smile covers her face, and she throws her little kid arms around my neck. The sensation strikes something inside of me. Something I haven't felt in a very long time. Like a warm fuzzy or some shit. — Victoria Scott

Every inch of the house is covered in flowers and lace and screams tacky. It's like Martha Stewart vomitted, and this is the crap that came out. — Victoria Scott

When I near Charlie's house, I notice she's standing in the doorway with a spatula in her hand. Despite being on edge, I can't stop myself from grinning. I feel like such a chick around her sometimes, like I'm seconds away from buying a tiara and starting my period. — Victoria Scott

D-Dub in the flesh. — Victoria Scott

In front of us, Annabelle and Aspen argue over whether black-and-white movies are amazing or archaic. Blue walks a few feet behind like he's waiting for the pair to transition from verbal zingers to hair pulling. He wants a front-row seat for that show, and I don't blame him. — Victoria Scott

They grind their hips toward each other, and I wonder why the slightest bit of booze turns chicks into lesbos. — Victoria Scott

It's not strange seeing her now, even knowing the things I know. I thought maybe it would be, but it's not. To me, she's still just Charlie - lover of Skittles and bed bouncing and scandalous raccoons. — Victoria Scott

Staring at her, his reasons are lost to me. — Victoria Scott

Mr. Awkward rolls up between us, lights a cigarette, makes himself comfortable. It's the same bastard who shows up after you've bumped uglies with a stranger. — Victoria Scott

Tough fox reputation be damned — Victoria Scott

I can't imagine a world in which I'd hate him.
Though I can certainly imagine one in which I tell him to bite me. — Victoria Scott

I don't mumble anymore, collector.
I'm not a collector anymore, pipsqueak. — Victoria Scott

Looking mighty fine, if I do say so myself: red v-neck, dark denim, designer combat boots, and enough testosterone rolling off me to satisfy Nicki Minaj. Pow! — Victoria Scott

I pulled you from the snow, Tella. You couldn't even keep your eyes open.'
I roll my eyes to show him how well they work now. — Victoria Scott

A seal the size of Canada attaches to her soul light. — Victoria Scott

Someone should have warned me about love's dark underbelly, about the rejection and despair. — Victoria Scott

I spin around and see Max running toward me in a gray Armani shirt. "Dante. Oh, Dante. Seal me! Seal me so hard!" He grabs my hips and pumps his toward mine. "Oh, Dante! You're so hot when you seal souls!"
I shove my idiot-of-a-best-friend off me and laugh. — Victoria Scott

If my hair gets any frizzier, I'll shave it to the scalp. Or light it on fire. Whichever is easier. — Victoria Scott

Max dances around in a circle with one leg pulled up, and people move away as if he's mentally unstable. He and I are the only collectors that like to remain visible to the living. The other four roll incognito. Max finishes his dance and brushes his shoulders off.
"What the hell was that?" I ask.
"My new move," he says matter-of-factly.
My fellow collector is six years older than me but acts like he's thirteen. We met a couple of years ago after he kicked the bucket and came onboard. He talks so fast, I have trouble understanding him sometimes. I like to think he was the World's Best Car Salesman before he croaked. — Victoria Scott

Dante.Oh,Dante.Seal me!Seal me so hard!".He grabs my hips and
pumps his toward mine."Oh,Dante! You're so hot when you seal souls."
I shove my idiot-of-a-best-friend off me and laugh."What the hell was that?" I ask.
"My new move. — Victoria Scott

I'll love you forever," I hear her whisper.
And even though I've said it a hundred times. A thousand. I say it again.
"I love you, angel. Forever. — Victoria Scott

How can someone be cruel
to this chick? It's like picking a
fight with a chipmunk. — Victoria Scott

But there's often more truth found when we sleep than when we wake. Dad used to always say that. — Victoria Scott

I turn around and see Taylor heading toward us. Over her shoulder I spot a guy's legs flailing in the air. Keg stand. Jealous. — Victoria Scott

And the band - oh, sweet mercy - the band. They're like a cross between mini Justin Biebers and the Jonas Brothers, and the Halloween covers they're playing make my ears bleed. — Victoria Scott

Her wavy hair falls to mid-waist, and I think how she looks better this way. From the back. — Victoria Scott

Her soul is clear of any red seals, but that won't last long, ' cause Papa's come to play. — Victoria Scott

I will protect this girls with everything I have, because if something happens to her, I will lose myself. I will cease to exist.
And I will take everyone with me. — Victoria Scott

I wonder what it would feel like to laugh like that, with complete abandon. — Victoria Scott

Annabelle laughs. "Oh, so you think you're hot, do you?"
"Girl, I got swag for days. — Victoria Scott

If you could have anything, Dante, anything at all, what would it be? She slurs.
Her. I want Charlie. — Victoria Scott

Speak up, Charlie," I say. "If you have something to say, then say it out loud. — Victoria Scott

All I care about is showing this chode exactly who he's messing with. Throwing my door open, I step out. If he has a gun, so be it. I'll take it in the chest like the animal I am. — Victoria Scott

She may be an uggo, but that dress would turn anyone into a rock star. — Victoria Scott

Sure you do. Everyone wants to play. They're just afraid of looking stupid. But you know what's stupid? Not trying. So just ... try. — Victoria Scott

There's a security guard, like, ten feet away. I could have you kicked out of here."
"For what? Being awesome? — Victoria Scott

It doesn't say a damn thing. My pride deflates like a limp penis. — Victoria Scott

The front door is painted a rich, bright red. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile. Have I mentioned my love affair with red? It's a beautiful, trusting relationship. Nothing coated in such a wondrous color could ever be bad. — Victoria Scott

Dante Walker, you're about as gangster as Will Smith. — Victoria Scott

In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women."
"Chocolate?"
"No."
"Midol?"
"What? No."
"Tampons?"
"Stop guessing," she says. — Victoria Scott

Genius, that one," Harper mutters. Cotton glares at her. "Don't worry, bro," Jaxon tells Cotton. "She's spicy. That's why we make a great couple. I like my women with a little ... " He shivers to emphasize his point. — Victoria Scott

Annabelle smiles with one side of her mouth. "I don't look like a tomato?"
"You look like a beauty." I take her arm and guide her toward the lounge area. "Now rock that shit. — Victoria Scott

No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is ... beastly. — Victoria Scott

People change when shit happens. — Victoria Scott

Don't leave FDR-1 behind, I think to my fox.
Madox cocks his head like, Seriously, the damn iguana? — Victoria Scott

Things only get darker from here, doll. Might want to hold my hand for this. — Victoria Scott

He holds up two fingers - his pointer and middle - places them under his eyes, and then points in front of us. — Victoria Scott

When I first saw the sand, I thought it was beautiful. Like maybe it'd be fun to just roll around in and make sand angels. Now I know the truth, that sand is actually the love child of proud parents Marie Antoinette and Joseph Stalin. — Victoria Scott

Can you take me back into town?" I say. "I can't get my voicemails."
"Why don't you calm down, D-Dub. I know you're menstruating, but everything's going to be fine. Once we get inside, I'll explain all about maxi pads, personal hygiene and the feel of a man's penis. — Victoria Scott

Mostly I remember the way I was before I became a Contender. Competing in this race is like becoming a drug addict. One small slip leads to another and before you know it, you find yourself in an impossible situation and can't fathom how your life has spiraled so far from what it was. — Victoria Scott

Though the kitchen's decor stinks, the smell of something wonderful pulls me away from Charlie's chattering. Bacon. Right there cooking on the stove. Yeah, I know. I'm dead. But I can still eat like a sumo wrestler. And if that deliciousness isn't on a plate in front of me within two minutes, I'm eating it straight from the pan. — Victoria Scott

I wonder if Blue knows she's repainting her room.I wonder if he's asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like. — Victoria Scott

When the sun begins to set, we do exactly as we did the night before. Caroline fusses over Dink. Jaxon ogles Harper. The boys gather desert debris for our beds. Guy watches me undress. I imagine our wedding. — Victoria Scott

There's the guy who trained me, you sexy son-of-a-bitch. I knew you could do this. I told the assistant, I said, 'Do you even know who you're dealing with here? Pfft. Pfft.'"
"You definitely didn't say that."
"Nope. I sure as hell didn't ... — Victoria Scott

I glance in the mirror. Surprise,
surprise - I look finger-lickin'
delicious. — Victoria Scott

You nasty, you nasty. You
mama said you nasty! — Victoria Scott

I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger. This girl is starved for attention. It's amazing to me when people are totally unaware of how bad they are at socializing. — Victoria Scott

I get out of the car and move to stand in front of them. Over their slobbing bodies, I say, "Seriously?" I scratch my head. "I mean, seriously? — Victoria Scott

I throw my head back and laugh long and hard. Then I lean in and whisper in her ear, You don't know who you're fucking with, princess. Ain't no one do bad like I do. — Victoria Scott

I'm surprised he doesn't reach for a wet nap to rid his hands of my general poorness. — Victoria Scott

My eyes widen at
the sight of her. This is the girl
Boss Man is after? She looks like a
porcelain doll ... beat three times
with an ugly stick. — Victoria Scott

I can smell the ocean in the distance. The salt wraps around my body, making my skin feel tight, and already I want to shower. I can do big cities, and small cities, and the even the occasional mountaintop is cool. But oceans are ridiculous. They take up way too much space in this overcrowded world and are filled with creatures that have several sets of teeth, like one row of man-eating teeth isn't enough. And just to add insult to injury, all that water isn't even drinkable. If you ask me, the ocean is kind of a prick. — Victoria Scott

Inside Metro Diner, we grab a table near the back. A waitress who clearly ate a water buffalo for breakfast waddles to our table. — Victoria Scott

Music from the party throbs and echoes off the basement walls. I'm not sure how I got here, and I'm certain I don't know how Charlie ended up on the other side of the room with Guy In Touch With His Emotions. Raising a bottle to my lips, I watch as the guy uncrosses his long legs and recrosses them.
His tampon must be killing him. — Victoria Scott

You're beautiful. If you believe it, they'll believe it. — Victoria Scott

I'll never understand the friendships Charlie has. Friendships where it doesn't take cash or hookups, or saying the right things to stay in the circle. No, Charlie's friendships are different. She tries to protect her people, and they in turn protect her. They accept each other's imperfections and support one another. My friends weren't like her friends, which makes me wonder if I ever had any at all. — Victoria Scott

Oh, no. No.
He's going back to her apartment in the middle of the day.
He's going to try and ... and ...
My stomach heaves. Hello, darkness, my old friend. — Victoria Scott

That dress you're wearing ... " Kraven says to Annabelle. Her eyes rise, meeting his stare. "It's quite expensive."
Annabelle makes a face. "Don't worry, I'll give it back. You're the one who wanted to have this ridiculous dinner. — Victoria Scott

Ready or not! Before I can stop him, Max races toward the bed and dives on top of us. Oh! Oh it feels even better than I imagined. He rolls back and forth across us as Charlie laughs and I wonder why I am friends with such a raging idiot. — Victoria Scott

He reaches down and tugs his pant leg up. The gold cuff wrapped around his ankle is decorated with Smurf stickers. One of the other collectors did this after I crashed last night. Can you believe that mess? I can't get the damn things off. — Victoria Scott

At the end of the walkway is a cat. It struts with arrogance. You'd think it just won the Nobel Prize. But it didn't. Know why? Because it's a freakin' cat. In case you mossed the memo, I. Hate. Cats. I loathe them. They're built with creepy little teeth and finger blades. I don't know about you, but I'll pass on that freak show. — Victoria Scott

But let me tell ya, spend every day living only for yourself, every day indulging in little sins that aren't that big of a deal, and one day I may be showing you the ropes in hell. Amen. — Victoria Scott

When you're dealt a crappy situation, you think to yourself, At least it can't get any worse than this. And then life — Victoria Scott

Something is definitely up.
That or my family is auditioning for a remake of The Shining. — Victoria Scott

Annabelle coughs and glares at Blue. "What did you do? Did I just swallow something?"
Blue pulls her into a hug. "You're my best friend in the whole world."
"Get off me, leech," she says, smiling. — Victoria Scott

I love you, Charlie," I say. "I fucking love you so much. — Victoria Scott

Big surprise. You didn't dress up."
"I came as Awesome Sauce," I say. "You probably wouldn't recognize it. — Victoria Scott

Well, if you didn't like that, this is going to feel like a swift kick to the nuts. — Victoria Scott

If I wasn't about to go on the run, I'd get one of those smartphones that people hunch over all day like shitting dogs. — Victoria Scott