I kept my eyes open on the ride home. Peeking over Lucas's shoulder, i watched the scenery fly by-and it was exhilarating, not frightening. I trusted him. I had since that first night, when i let him drive me home.

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.

ME: You 're a sick girl. ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)

I say I don't believe in love, but that's not really true - love is just the name of an emotion. It's like on steroids. It's lust with ethics.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

I’d always disparaged the games people played in pursuit of love - or the next hook up. The whole thing was a competition to see who could get how far, and I could never figure out if there was more luck or skill involved, or some unknowable combination of the two. People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.