I can't help but smile as I swipe a lone tear trailing down my cheek. How can I not be crazy in love with this guy? Time away from him didn't change anything. I can't deny him another chance. That would be denying myself.

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

Can I request another peer guide, One who isn't so happy to be at school at 7:30 a.m.?

I cry a lot.' 'Yeah? Well I'm gonna change that.

Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.

- Just do you know, Lenny this isn't a date. - Then what is it? - It's me falling sorry for you, because you're such a loser.

I realise it’s going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I’ve ever met, wants to kiss me.