And you still love Marc?" "More than I can even explain. He's my rock—strong and steady, and ready for anything. He knows what I need before I know it, and he pushes me to work harder, and look deeper, and be better. He challenges me, and infuriates me, and he lights me on fire, deep in my soul. And he has never, ever let me down. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing keeping my heart beating. I love him so much that it feels like I'm dying a little bit every day that he won't smile at me. Or touch me.

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?

You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don't think hellions are much into social networking.

What are you gonna say?" Emma asked. " 'I'm not sure I want you back, but I'm sure I don't want your ex-con ex-girlfriend to have you, either'? Yeah. That'll start this little triangle off on the right foot.

I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.

Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.