Lana looked at me like I’d just said I’d never watched Bring It On, or something.

I was the kind of kid who couldn't really stop making up stories during class. I didn't do very well academically because I was always drawing these little doodles in the margins of my notebooks and I wasn't bringing home the best grades.

Someone, I was beginning to suspect, had a bit of a gangster complex. It wasn't really very hard to figure out who. I mean, I was guessing it wasn't Christopher's aunt Jackie.

You can't turn love on and off like a faucet.

You'll blow up a helicopter, but you won't go out with me? What is wrong with you?

Foxy girls know that silence may be golden-but only for four seconds. Anything longer and you're heading for Awkward Avenue.

Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?