There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.
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 chick magnet when you get into junior high.
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.
You were lookin’ at me like you wanted to kiss me.” I force a laugh. “Yeah, right,” I say sarcastically. “Nobody’s watchin’ if you want to, you know, try it. Not to brag, but I’m somewhat of an expert.
You can’t keep her.” I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.
Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.
I'm standing here, holding a half a lemon in my hand. I'm speechless, I'm excited . . . I'm a wreck. Caleb wants to be where I am.
Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.
There are no rules to attraction. Jake is nothing like who I wanted.
I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.
A garter. You’re supposed to take it off and keep it as a memento. K-k-kinda like a trophy for going far sexually with a girl. It’s stupid, really. And kind of d-d-degrading if I think about it too m-m-much.” “I know what it is,” he says, amusement evident in his voice. “I just wanted to hear your explanation.
Want to get in trouble with me, Carlos?
Do I hear a challenge?” she whispers, “Oh, Carlos. You know I can’t resist a challenge.
And for those of you who want to start any trouble, I have a zero tolerance policy. . . .
And just so you know for the future, I like my double-chocolate chip cookies warm and soft in the middle...and without magnets glued to them." "Me, too. When you decide to bake me some, let me know.
Love. Is it just a word that boys use to manipulate girls?
Did we kiss last night?" "Yes." "Well, it wasn't memorable because I have no recollection of it." He laughs. "I was kiddin'. We didn't kiss." He leans in. "When we kiss you'll remember it.Forever.
Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.
Just so you know, I’m goin’ to enlist.” “I’m proud of you. But why?” I groan against the pain but manage to give him a half smile. “I want to make sure Kiara’s got a boyfriend who has more to offer than a hot bod and a face that could make angels weep.
Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me. “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.
That’s not the only reason I’m stayin’, chica. I can’t leave you any more than I could walk out that door right now while my leg is busted up. I was just thinkin’ . . . should we tell your parents now or later?” “Tell them what?” I ask, eyes wide. He kisses me softly, then says proudly, “That we’re in a serious, monogamous, committed relationship.” “We are?” “Sí. And when I get out of here, I’m gonna fix the door to your car.
I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet.
were you sleeping?" He chuckles. "Not by a long shot. I was just tryin' to convince myself not to make a move on you.
Brittany and I don't date other people." "Why not?" "It's called being boyfriend and girlfriend.
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