Thing is, I don't like ties. I like to win....by big margins.
Tell me what we had was real, I whisper.
Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.
Stop focusing on the bad stuff because life is too damn short.
I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I've worked so hard to create.
The percentage of couples who stay together after high school is, like, less than five percent, you guys.