L.A. Candy

The only way to belong is to act like you belong. Or to not give a shit whether you belong or not.

Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.

Real relationships - the kind that were supposed to last but never did - were more trouble than they were worth.

It's always better to be the dumper than the dumpee.

In case you didn't notice me, I'm the less attractive friend to the right.

He had a lot of different smiles, and Jane was getting to know them all.

Jane was wearing a charcoal shift dress. The black dipped into a love V accented with a large black chiffon bow. A layer of delicate black lace peeked out from the bottom of her dress. Her long blond hair was pulled back tightly into a straight ironed ponytail. Her makeup was simple: coral blush on her cheeks and gunmetal shadow brushed under her blue eyes.

Why had Jesse asked Scarlett to sit next to him? And since when did guys go to the bathroom together?