And my piece of advice is...don't flirt with any of the female instructors. They all have access to weapons bigger than yours.

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I’m her knight in shinning armor.

He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that's what Carlos says, although that isn't saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash.

Truth is, it's a relief to finally put my life in the hands of someone I trust.

The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.

You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.