That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.

you're the liar" - Mimi Force

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain.