On a Tuesday Quotes

“I hadn’t heard from Charlotte since I graduated college. I’d spent thousands of dollars looking for her the first year she left me, and all I ever found were confirmations that she’d moved overseas, started a new life, and married someone who wasn’t me.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“She hates me. She also claims that I'm a "domineering jerk with a huge, overbearing ego." (I do have something huge. It's not my ego, though.)”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“But this year, when the game clock struck zero, and the score was in my team's favor, I felt no excitement at all. I coasted through the ensuing media interviews with a fake smile plastered on my face, and I didn't bother flying with the team to Vegas.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“We both know I’m not going to stop pursuing you, so even if I leave today, I’ll be right back here tomorrow.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“You are undoubtedly the love of my life, and I want to be with you forever.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“To this day, I’d never loved anyone the way I loved her. Hell, I honestly hadn’t “loved” anyone since her because no other woman ever compared, and it still made me angry whenever I remembered that she never had the decency to give me damn goodbye.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“Wait,” I touched his arm before he walked into the rain. “On what day are we meeting?”
He tilted his head to the side, and the sexy smile that still invaded my dreams at night spread across his face. “I’m sure you already know the answer to that.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“Art school?” He gave me a pointed look. “Charlotte, getting a master’s degree in art is like telling the universe that you want to be homeless and broke for the rest of your life. That’s not the life you want, trust me. You should go to law school first.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“We’ve lost seven years of each other,” he said, looking right into my eyes. “Is it too late for a second chance?”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“All these years and he still had the ability to make my world stop with a single syllable. To make my heart race with a single glance in my direction.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“I was accustomed to women saying “yes” to me within seconds, and I’d never had to work this hard just to get someone’s phone number.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“But if I’m going to spend my entire senior year dating one person, I need to make sure it’s more than worth my while. There are tons of other girls on this campus who won’t hold out past the rule.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“SUBJECT: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

How about making sure that you won't burn down the grounds in the process?! How about ASKING your neighbors if they'll mind having five hundred students in their streets until three in the morning?

I know damn well that this was not a "team" idea and whenever KYLE and GRAYSON want to own up to this shit, I'll reduce the extra five daily miles you all now owe me, to three miles.

I'm waiting.

--Coach Whitten
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SUBJECT: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

It was me, Coach.

Grayson had nothing to do with it this time. He didn't even show up. Speaking of which--

Dude, where were you? I fucked like three girls from the bonfire. You probably could've hooked up with at least five. I don't think I'll need another blowjob for a month after how amazing these were.

PS--Are you back at our apartment yet? I need to tell you these stories in person when Coach isn't acting like this shit is a big deal.

--Kyle

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SUBJECT: RE RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

Kyle,

Meet me in my office at the complex NOW.

--Coach Whitten

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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

I meant to send that last part to just Grayson. Not to you, Coach. Can I come in a few hours? I mean, now that you've read what I said, surely you understand how exhausted I am. Three girls, Coach, THREE.

--Kyle

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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

Right. Fucking. NOW.

--Coach Whitten”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“Her favorite color is blue, even though she tells everyone it’s orange. She looks for every excuse possible to get out of going to football games, but she knows the sport pretty well, thanks to her dad. She claims she’s allergic to seafood, but I’m willing to bet that she’s never tried it. And just in case you’re not exactly who we both think you are... She goes to Highland Coffee every morning for an eight-dollar caramel latte that she really can’t afford, but it makes her happy because it reminds her of the lattes she used to buy in her hometown.”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday