The Risk (Briar U, #2)

by Elle Kennedy

Losing is not supposed to crush your confidence. It’s meant to build it.

Can’t change the past, don’t cry over the present, don’t stress about the future. It’s all pointless, especially regret.

hope is for fools. Work hard and make your own dreams come true, he always harps, and then you won’t have to hope for a damn thing.

I am honestly starting to question evolution. We went from cavemen, to Homo sapiens, to this incredible society of great minds—Alexander Graham Bell inventing telephones, Steve Jobs inventing…everything. And now we’re devolving. We’ve travelled back to cavemen, only nowadays we call them fuckboys.

Friends who say “I love you” every time you part ways are important. Those are the ones you need in your life.

“History is such bullshit. I don’t get why people can’t let things go. Why can’t they leave the past in the past? It’s over—what do we gain from stewing about it?”

Brooks flops back onto his pillow mound. “Jakey? Is that what we’re calling you now?” He sounds delighted. “I like it. I’m using it all the time.” “Sure thing, Brooksy.” “I take it back. I do not like it.” “That’s what I thought.”

I’m worried that Hunter might die laughing. He presses his face to his forearm to muffle the sounds.

“His brain operates on a level us mortals can’t comprehend.” Hollis looks pleased. “Dude, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”