Sorry, No conprendo I don't speak Loser.

Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!

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.

This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?

Is this place called Virgins? Well, I shouldn't be here! -Nina

She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.