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

Outward appearances mean everything.

Consider me your candy stripper... I mean striper.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

I flip open my phone to text Jessica: Me: Guess who's pregnant? Jess: u? Me: Get real. Jess: ur mom? Me: yep Jess: Mazel tov!? Me: Don't congratulate me, plz Jess: Could b worse Me: How? Jess: Could be u? Me: I'm a virgin. Jess: Nobody's perfect.

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.

I didn't like seeing you with him" he says. "I don't think I'd like seeing you with any other guy....beside me.