We wear a lot of labels in our lives, and it's so very easy to be defined by them. We have grown somehow accustomed to thinking of ourselves as a size eight or a size fourteen, as a capricorn or a taurus, as single or in love.

You really saw some?" Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, "They really...exist?" "Liz," I whispered back, "they're not unicorns." "No," Bex said flatly, "they're boys. And they're...good.

I love your bracelet!’ I said to the brunette next to me, because, while most girls are onto the whole stranger-with-candy thing, the strangers-with-compliments strategy is still remarkably effective.

But I should have known that it doesn't take that long for change to happen - it takes a second.

I’m sorry if I’m not flirting with you. I’m kind of spoken for.

But I wasn't the girl I'd been when I left, and I knew it.

The Bagshaws aren't boys. They're bombs with very colorful fuses.