The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

The last piece of advice my mom gave me before she died was to never give up on love.

Me and Garrett can handle our own in a fight, but if you want some bone-crushing, we can unleash Logan on him.”

“Sure you are. Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.”

I think it takes a certain level of trust to sit next to someone and not feel the pressing urge to babble away. My dad once told me that the way a person responds to silence reveals a lot about them.

“Can’t help it if the books are better.”

I don’t join in, but secretly I agree with Fitz. The books are better.

Say what you mean, mean what you say.”

He owns more books than the public library in Brooklyn, and I can tell from their wear and tear that he’s actually read all of them.

You’re lucky I love you, babe. If any other girl had done this to me⁠—” “You love me?” I blurt out.

Life hack: if you don’t want someone asking you questions, say the word tampon and the conversation ends.

Who else can I discuss Twilight with and not feel judged?