But when I look at him, his face is surprised, like it should be obvious. “Now,” he says, “we figure it out together.
Look, do you want to come in? Because for someone who’s not talking to me, you certainly seem to have a lot to say.
Who ends up with their first real boyfriend? Yeah, no one. – Courtney.
In my mind, I still think of him as being a cheater. Otherwise he just met some girl he liked better, and it’s not as dramatic.
I’m too quiet. But I’m really not quiet. I just tend to come across that way to new people because I don’t like to talk first.
You should never start thinking about ‘what might have been,’ and you should also never start thinking about another boy when you’re heartbroken over someone else.
Usually the hard stuff you’re forced to do makes you learn a lot.
The thing about me and books is that whichever one I’m reading always reminds me of whatever’s happening in my life during that time.
Replace the old memory with a potentially crappier new one? No thank you.
But now I’m thinking that wanting to end up with a great storyteller might have been a bad idea. Because girls who can tell great stories are also great liars.
I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another.
I look around for someplace to sit, but of course there’s nowhere. It’s the bathroom in the math wing, not the bathroom in Blair Waldorf’s house.