There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.
Since you came back from summer break, our entire relationship is about fooling around. We never talk anymore, and I'm sick of feeling guilty for not ripping my clothes off and spreading my legs to prove I love you.
You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.
Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.
Nothin'," Alex says. "We'll talk later, chica. It's not a big deal." "Don't chica me, Alex," his bride snaps. "I think she's gonna deck him," Ben murmurs, amused.