How was your night?" I asked, ...

How was your night?\
How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between us. "Interesting.Yours?" "Not so much." "Homework was brutal,huh?" He was making fun of me. "I didn´t do homework." He had the smile of a fow. "Who did you do?" I was speechless a moment. I stood there with my mouth slightly open. "Was that an innuendo?" "Just curious what my competition is." "Grow upp." His smile stretched. "Loosen up.

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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.
He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere
I need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I’m more than happy to test the theory.
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.