Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.

If you believe you can read you can

But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.

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

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.

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

If you don't want me to see, I guess, don't sleep in the same room as me." He looks at her with a sly smile. "But I'm known for sleeping in school. It's my shtick.