Hey, Carlos," the Professor says when he walks in. "How was REACH?"
"It sucked."
"Can you be more specific?" my guardian asks.
"It really sucked," I elaborate, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Did I ever tell you that Alex loves you so much he got your name tattooed all over his body? Hell, he even got your name branded into the back of his neck."
"They say 'LB,' Carlos. The initials for Latino Blood."
"No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. He wants everyone to think that, but in reality it means Lover of Brittany. LB, get it?

La cucaracha, La cucaracha, Ya no puede caminar, porque no tiene, porque le falta, I don't know the rest, la la la la!

And just so you know for the future, I like my double-chocolate chip cookies warm and soft in the middle...and without magnets glued to them."
"Me, too. When you decide to bake me some, let me know.

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

I'm in deep shit Alex, 'cause I think I'd like nothin' better than to wake up with her every mornin'.