Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.

If I missed out on some really big action, I’m going to be royally pissed off!

Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?” I called back. “You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face. “Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.” “So maybe he’s a little drunk.” “Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.

I'm yours, if you'll have me.

..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.