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.

There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.

You were lookin’ at me like you wanted to kiss me.” I force a laugh. “Yeah, right,” I say sarcastically. “Nobody’s watchin’ if you want to, you know, try it. Not to brag, but I’m somewhat of an expert.

Some things need to be left unsaid.

I want to be wherever you are.

And right this second I want to live in ignorant bliss.

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