Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. "Whoa, girl," he says taken aback. "I thought we were keepin' this thing between us a secret. I hate to tell you, but a bunch of north siders from Fairfield are right over there. And they're starin' at us" "I don't care. Not anymore" "Why" "You only live once

(Kiara sees Carlos' bleeding face)"Carlos! Oh my God, what happened?" "You still recognize me with a busted-up face. That's a good sign, right?

Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love.

I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.

Somehow, being with Brittany brings something to my life that's missing, something ... right.

You know about fixing cars, you're athletic, and you know when to shut up." "That last one isn't a skill." "Honey, trust me. It's a skill.