I’d love to be a tabletop in Paris, where food is art and life combined in one, where people gather and talk for hours. I want lovers to meet over me. I’d want to be covered in drops of candle wax and...
Cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin’ in your house, I’d kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder.
I’m not going anywhere until you hear me out.Oh, please no. Anything except having to listen to her lecture. I push the button that calls the nurse. a voice bellows through the speaker.I’m bein’ tortu...
Nikki looks at me, confused. What’s wrong? Nothin’.
Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average, ordinary, everyday, boring tree. Breathe life into it. Make it bend - trees are flex...
Luis is right there. I point to the corner of the yard, where my little brother is the centre of attention doing imitations of barnyard animals. I have yet to inform him that talent isn’t as much of a...
Listen, I don’t know what the hell happened between you and Marco. To be honest I don’t really want to know, ’cause if I did I’d probably want to kick the shit outta him.I don’t need you to protect me...
Listen, I didn’t ask for a face and body girls find attractive. But thanks to the mixture of my parents’ DNA, I’ve got them, and I’m not ashamed to use ’em.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did.
Say it again, he says.That whole drawn-out speech? I remember something about a solar system, but I’m too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again.He steps closer. No. The part about you...
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.
Sylvia grabs my sleeve. He’s a looker.I know. The problem is, he knows it, too.
The Professor doesn’t have a problem being called Dick? If my name was Richard, I’d go by Richard or Rich . . . not Dick. Hell, I’d even settle for being called Chard.
The percentage of couples who stay together after high school is, like, less than five percent, you guys.
There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.
Thoughts of being a pirate and stealing her away to my ship race across my mind. Although I’m not a pirate, and she’s not my captured princess.
Three things Marco taught me today race through my mind: boys will lie to your face just to have sex with you, don’t trust any boy who says I love you, and never date a boy who lives on the south side...
What are you boys doing? she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around.Arguin’, Carlos says matter-of-factly.
What’s with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.I suspect I am a hooligan.
When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life.
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