She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around

You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be....?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.

Just stand. Bend. Balance.

Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.

No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.