Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that nobody's life is perfect, and that those girls probably had a lot of the same problems I did.

What were you two talking about?" she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut. Nothing," I said. "Running." You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

He wasn't what I'd thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn't what I'd thought I was, either.

If you're not getting hurt, you're not riding hard enough.