That’s not the only reason I’m stayin’, chica. I can’t leave you any more than I could walk out that door right now while my leg is busted up. I was just thinkin’ . . . should we tell your parents now or later?” “Tell them what?” I ask, eyes wide. He kisses me softly, then says proudly, “That we’re in a serious, monogamous, committed relationship.” “We are?” “Sí. And when I get out of here, I’m gonna fix the door to your car.

It'd be cool if God gave everyone a Do Over Day and you could yell "Do Over!" and the day would start new.

Alex probably brings his dates sharp knives as gifts, in case she'll need one when she's out on a date with him.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

Oh, God. I'm in big trouble. Because I'm staring. I can't keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other "eps ' he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.

- I don't want you to love me. - Too late, mi chava.

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.