Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home (The Magnolia Parks Universe, #3)

by Jessa Hastings

When I see them I just want to pop on some latex gloves, hand them a shirt, give them a good shake and yell, “WHAT ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT YOUR JEANS ARE FROM H&M FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.”

“Yes.” She gives me a smug smile. “I am quite thoughtful when you don’t think I’m a raging slut.” I give her a look. “You are a bit of a slut though.” She laughs brightly. “Yeah, I am.”

There’s something about Magnolia—it’s as annoying as it is fascinating—even when you fucking hate her, even when she’s being the biggest twat in the world, you want to be in her good books. Like there’s something holy about being in her light or some shit.

They’re both sleeping with her. They both like (more than like, in my opinion) her. And she likes both of them. It’s a fucking mess. Most of that mess is under the surface, lurking. Pops out when one of them gets shitfaced or she overtly favours one over the other in public, but she tries her best not to.

Its sooooo messy i love it

“Vans, you remember Jordan.” I give her a bit of a look. “My girl friend.”

"girl friend" not "girlfriend" ...interesting

My bottom lip starts going.

Dude she cries every single chapter... Magnolia never fkn stops crying

Both of them? Both people I loved have gotten tattoos of me dead on them? What’s the matter with them? And perhaps more pressingly, what’s the matter with me?

Wtf is going on lol this series is unhinged

She was crying, holding a mug of coffee to her face, taking a photo of herself.

Taking a selfie while crying....

“You know, you could take my side once.” He shrugs completely indifferent, maybe with a hint of anger too. “I might give it a crack if you weren’t in the wrong most of the time.” “That’s not true.” I shake my head. “You’re just under her thumb.” “Right.” Henry yawns. “Yeah, I’m the one who’s under her thumb.”

“You’ve loved him since you were fourteen,” he tells me. “Magnolia, you never stopped.” He gives me a look I shouldn’t argue with, especially considering the implications of that sentence. “Parks.” Henry gives me a look. “We all know, we talk about it all the time.” I stare at each of them, my feet feeling sweaty. I blink, a bit horrified. “BJ knows I love him?”

Theyre all so insufferable lol. Why are their friends so focused on their relationship all the time???

“Tell him!” Henry points at me. “He’s always fought for you. What have you done? Nothing! Ran away, dated a sexy pilot, fucked his best friend—”

???? fought for her?? Fighting for her by putting his dick in 100 other girls pussies???

I don’t love anything more than I love her, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a high out of watching her squirm. I know that’s fucked up, but that’s all I had for so long. Watching her be uncomfortable about the things I did or the things I said was, for years, the only way I knew I still meant something to her.

So fucking toxic

You fucked over Tom when you fucked his best friend just like you fucked over me when you fucked mine.”

BJ looooooves to point out the fact she got handsy with christian after they broke up when he literally cheated on her with her best friend

“Do you feel bad at all?” she asks gently and my head pulls back. Do I feel bad? Sleeping with the love of my life? I should think not, thank you very much. He was mine first.

Toxic

I would never want to do to someone else what BJ and Paili did to me, and the honest to God truth is, I’ve not even really considered Jordan a real person till this very moment.

For all the ways BJ hovers around me, all the ways he shows up and says all the right things after doing the wrong ones, all the times his eyes find mine no matter what room we’re in—none of that matters because he never can manage to love me more than he loves an orgasm. And I hate him for that.

And I don’t need it to be real, I just need the person I’m actually in love with in real life to come find me, get down on his knees, tell me he’s an idiot and that he made a mistake—again—that it was just a misunderstanding, and please please please will I take him back? I’d pretend to umm and ahh about it for a minute but then I’d get down on my knees too because I love him and I always will.

.....thats all BJ has to do????

If I was a better man I would have looked at Paili in the bathroom that night, and when she asked me if I was okay I would have said, “No, I feel like shit, can you take me to my girlfriend?” And I would have told Magnolia what happened and who I saw and she would have reacted how she did that day at Dunstan’s and we never would have broken up, I would have married her, I would have knocked her up again, we’d be living Devon way, maybe in the south of France, and I wouldn’t have been in Bali looking for a girl to fuck to spite Magnolia.

See could have been so simple

It’s all a bit thrilling though. She’s a bit like my own personal, meaner version of Gordon Ramsey.

So I, once again, decide not to end it with Jordan. Because I can’t. Not till she ends it with Julian, and she should. Because Jordan’s just a warhead, but Julian is a nuke. She escalated this, not me.

the mental gymnastics this guy comes up with… insane lol

“You watch those hands, Ballentine.” He points at me. “I know how I left her.”

“I would have done anything for you. Cheated for you, lied for you. I would have died for you. I think maybe I kind of did.”

Her face pulls tight. “How could I trust you?” I shake my head at her. “I’d die for you.” “That, I believe.” She nods. “I too trust you with my life.” “Just not your heart.” I sigh it out. She nods slowly. “Just not my heart.”

“Oh?” Mr Kincaid lifted an eyebrow. “Sorry, do you have other plans?” “I do, yep.” BJ nodded, throwing an arm around me. “And what might those be?” “Well, sir—” I stood extra tall. “We’re going to have sex for the first time.” BJ smacked his mouth with his hand to stop himself from laughing. “Oh.” Mr Kincaid’s eyes went wide, nodding. “Okay, right. I hate that. Hate it—” He shook his head. “Hate that you said it so merrily too, God.” He pulled a face like he’d tasted something sour. “Are you sure you’re ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be!” I beamed.

what the fuck kind of conversation is this to have with your teacher

“I want you to see that I can not be with you and not have sex with other people.” I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off— “—And I want to see you not need to date someone to feel safe.” “But—” He shakes his head at me. “You can trust me, Parks. And I need to see that you can.” He shrugs a little. “And you need to see that you can. You can’t just life-trust me. It’s got to be heart-trust me too.”

Finally some maturity