No. --Claire Bullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve

Of course, I thought I was badass at sixteen, too. Wait, I was badass at sixteen. Oh, yeah.

Eeek,” Shane said. Nothing. Right, Amazon princess, I got the point.

And by the way, showers. Look into them, Doug!

What's with the disco lights?" Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back. Eve turned around, and her face brightened. "You like it? I thought it looked really cool. I saw it in a movie, you know, in a limo." "It's cool," Michael said, and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Can't wait to lie here and watch it with you." Claire said, "You don't have to wait; it's working now. Look--Oh. Never mind." She blushed, feeling stupid that she hadn't gotten that one in the first second. Eve winked at her.

She keeps asking me where we're going." "Yeah," another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. "Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere." "That's not true!" "It is," he said. "I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're-" "Closed in," Michael said. "Trapped," Shane added. "Idiots," Claire finished.

Pics or it didn't happen." "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.