I look at the hundreds of algebra problems facing me in the next three days.
And here I thought I’d figured out the equation to my happiness.

I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.

And Nate? You kiss like a slobbering dog, you have bad breath, and you wouldn't know how to punch the right buttons on a girl if we came with manuals. Happy Thanksgiving, Jackass.

I, Lexi Anderson, am proud to say that I do, indeed, have a great personality.
And it's only a matter of time before the Beautiful People will be wishing they had great personalities, too.
Good luck with that, oh Beautiful Ones.
Because we Great Girls are the rarest breed.

There you are!" Logan says, and I try to keep my heart from floating out of my body when he smiles at me.

After all, most trouble usually starts with a boy.