This is a combo between Taco and Burrito, nacho!

And when things start to go wrong, a good boss doesn't just fire everybody and start over.

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.

A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next time.

Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.

It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.

I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.