Quotes from Simone Elkeles

Wasabi. Now hoiteys. Seriously, you'd think I really didn't know English.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. "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 wasn't going to kiss you." "You wern't." "Nope. The next time I kiss you I'm gonna take my time...

You know,just because you can deal with bullshit on your own doesn't mean you should." - Derek Fitzpatrick

We're actors in our lives, pretendin' to be who we want people to think we are." "So

To hand warmers," she says with a smile on her lips. "To hand warmers," I agree. And sex, I add silently. "Do

You know, I heard once that kissin' reduces the fire." "Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss me?" He looks into my eyes, his dark gaze capturing mine. " Querida , I always want to kiss you.

I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out." Oh, please no. Anything except having to listen to her lecture. I push the button that calls the nurse. " Can we help you, Alex? " a voice bellows through the speaker. "I'm bein' tortured." " I beg your pardon?

I don't deserve you. You know that, querida, don't you?" "When are you gonna realize you're one of the good guys?" When I don't answer, she pulls my head down to hers. "My body is yours tonight, Alex," she whispers against my lips. "Do you want it?" "God, yes.

When Brittany walks into Mrs. P.'s class on Friday I'm still thinking about how I'm going to get back at her for throwing my keys into the woods last weekend. It took me forty-five minutes to find the suckers, and all the while I was cursing Brittany. Okay, so I give her props for dishing it out.

I came to see a Latino wedding, and I expect to see one," I tell him. "And here I thought you were comin' to be with me." "You've got a big ego, Fuentes." "That's not all I've got." He backs me against my car, his breath warming my neck more than the midday sun.

No. We're not boring. We're safe. Comfortable. Cute.

Your turn." "Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question.

Hold on tight," he says, pulling my hands around his waist. The simple feel of his strong hands resting on top of mine is intensely intimate. I wonder if he's feeling these emotions, too, but dismiss the thought. Alex Fuentes is a hard guy. Experienced. The mere touch of hands isn't going to make his stomach flutter. He deliberately brushes the tips of his fingers over mine before reaching for the handlebars. Oh. My. God. What am I getting myself into?

I seriously don't give a crap how I get the pants; just that I get 'em before my next class. A wet crotch is not the way to show Brittany I'm a stud.

I start to get up, to leave him my whole bed so he could sleep in peace. "Don't leave me. " he says. "Lie next to me.

Shelley, you think she'll take me back?" Alex asks her, his hair dangerously close to her fingers. She doesn't pull his hair . . . just pats his head gently. I feel the tears running down my cheeks at full speed. "Yeah!" Shelley yells with a goofy, gummy grin. She looks happier and more content than she's been in a long time. Both of my favorite people are with me right here; what more could I ask for?

I've seen you around Fairfield High. I go there," says a short white guy, about my age. The dork is wearing a coral-colored golf shirt and white pants, as if he came from a golf tournament with a bunch of senior citizens. White Guy tries to look cool, but with that coral shirt…man, looking cool is the least of his problems.

Come inside and we'll talk," she says, opening my car door. "I'm freezing my butt off here. Oh, why don't the Chicago summers last longer?" Inside, I take off my shoes so I won't wake up her parents. "Don't worry, they left for the health club an hour ago." "Then why was Doug escaping out your window?" Sierra winks. "You know, to keep the relationship exciting. Guys love adventure.

I don't have a bathin' suit," I tell them. "Don't worry," Brittany says. "Doug probably has one in the pool house you can wear." In the pool house, Doug looks through a drawer searching for suits. "There's only two here." Doug picks up a skimpy Speedo and holds it out to me. "This okay for you, big guy?" "That wouldn't fit my right testicle.

Care to share with me what happened in the parking lot? I'd like to hear your side," Aguirre says. Not happening. I learned long ago that my side doesn't matter. "The thing this mornin'…total misunderstandin'," I tell him. Brittany Ellis's misunderstanding that two vehicles can't fit in one spot.

They think they can buy a U-shaped shell, stuff it, and call it a taco, but those cafeteria workers wouldn't know taco meat from a piece of shit. That's what this tastes like,

Cuando hay una química perfecta, la atracción comienza y las reglas de la atracción, sólo pueden terminar en una reacción en cadena.

You call that a kiss?" "Yep." Okay, so I'm in shock the girl put my hand on her creamy cheek. Damn, you'd think I was on drugs by the way my body reacted. She had me totally under her spell a minute ago. Then the pretty witch turned my game around so she was the one with the upper hand.