Cementerio El Encinal meant Cemetery of Many Oaks (I'm taking Spanish so that when Jesse and I have kids, I'll understand what he's saying when he yells at them in his mother tongue).
I don't understand why you are so unhappy about it, Jesse said. He had stretched out across the tiles, contented as I'd ever seen him. I like it much better this way.What way? I groused. I couldn't ge...
As hard as it is to date someone with nineteenth-century manners-seriously, it's getting to a point where I spend so much time swimming laps in the campus pool to work off my sexual frustration, my hi...
Jesse, you're not going to lose me. I had the situation totally under control. Sort of. But I have to say that after so many years of you keeping your feelings for me hidden out of propriety, it's rea...
It wasn't just that Mr. Beaumont and his creepy staring was freaking me out. And it wasn't that my dad's warning was ringing in my ears. My mediator instincts were telling me to get out, now. And when...
I'll tell you what kind of girl I'm not, I said crankily. I am not the kind of girl who's looking to share her room with a member of the opposite sex. Understand me? So either you move out, or I force...
I won’t tell you how I managed to break in, since I don’t want the authorities figuring out, but let’s just say that if you’re going to make a gate, make sure it reaches all the way to the ground.
I guess I should explain. I'm not exactly your typical sixteen-year-old girl.Oh, I seem normal enough, I guess. I don't do drugs, or drink, or smoke-well, okay, except for that one time Sleepy caught...
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