With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

Mouth guard. And I think we'll start you in goal." Goal sounded like a special job. I didn't want a special job, unless that special job involved sitting on the side under a pile of blankets.

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.

Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.