Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.

Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.

The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up.

Dreams aren't memories," he says.

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

Jacián!" She yells again, and then she says something in Spanish. A moment later he comes down the hallway. "I'm going to tell Grandfather you said that," he says. "What do you want?

You - best secret boyfriend ever.