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.

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

You own a piece of me," he murmurs as he holds me afterward. "Good," I tell him. "And just so you know… I'm never giving it back.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

That wouldn't fit my right testicle

Football players are misunderstood. They arent the dumb jocks people think they are.

And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some.