Do you want to guess what's in here? I asked Dash.I think I've got it figured out already. There's a new supply of red notebooks in there, and you want us to fill them in with clues about the works of...
Dash is getting very frisky in here with me, Mark. What I wanted to say was Dash raised an eyebrow at me again.No he's not, Mark said.How do you know?Because if he was, you wouldn't be calling me to...
Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!
Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?
But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she’s watching footage of the world being blown up, and I’m the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outsi...
But I couldn’t concentrate on writing in the notebook. I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.
[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she’s given me pain.
You need a boyfriend. Well sure, who doesn’t need a boyfriend? But ealistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one. I go to an all- girls school, and meaning no disres...
You don’t know who Nicholas Sparks is? Dash asked. I shook my head. Please don’t ever find out, he said.
Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?
We will go Awful and die together. But we will do it as free Betas. Not as puppets of the humans.
This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.
The more he gives me, the more I want.
The incidental fact of his straightness doesn’t mean I want to be NoMo’s five-minute girlfriend, like I’m some 7-Eleven quick stop on his slut train.
The doorman code of conduct? I ask Gabriel. What did I do wrong this time? Or is Gabriel one of those Madonna/whore guys who can’t deal with a girl who makes the first move? No, the gentleman’s code of...
That’s what I like about sports. No matter if everyone playing the game speaks completely different languages, on the field, or the court, wherever they are playing, the language of moves and passes a...
That’s funny. I’ve always liked Naomi’s version of me the best. I’m always much more interesting when she talks about me.
That bitch should not be in a club like this. As if her language is not enough indication, there is also the matter of her Hot Topic mallrat outfit: short black leather skirt with buckles up the side,...
Some spray-painted graffiti on the wall asks, Is it nothing to you all who pass by? Lamentations 1:12 and I think, No, Lord, whoever the hell You are, this is not nothing to me. This counts.
So there we were. Once upon a time, during the storybook version of dating we’d gone through, I’d pretended that it was possible to love her when I only mildly liked her. Now I had no desire to preten...