Senior year is supposed to be a blast-easy and fun. So far it's been anything but.

There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

And what do you want right now?" Right now I itch to heal his wounds and forget my own. He touches my cheek with the tips of his fingers. My breath hitches. "Do you want to kiss me, Alex?" I whisper. "Dios mio, I want to kiss you ... to taste your lips, your tongue." He gently traces my lips withthe tips of his fingers. "Do you want me to kiss you? Nobody else would know but the two of us.

I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.

When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade[...]

Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.