What are you boys doing?” she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around. “Arguin’,” Carlos says matter-of-factly.

And for those of you who want to start any trouble, I have a zero tolerance policy. . . .

Why are you making a joke out of this?" she asks. "Because it's stupid, Nik. There's not even room in my day to think about someone else.

I want to live life on my own terms. But I'm Mexican, so mi familia is always there to guide me in everything I do, whether I want them to or not. Well, "guide" is too weak a word. "Dictate" is more like it.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

If no words come, you can always give him the finger.