Two-Way Street

People come and go, in and out of each other’s lives like it’s nothing. So I don’t know how/why this should be a big deal.

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

But we're not sleeping," he points out. "well, I would be," I say, "if you would let me off the phone." Which is obviously a lie. "Fine," he says. "Fine," I say. "Wait!" "What now?!" "Court?" I don't say anything. "Are you there?" "Yes, I'm here," I say, "What is it?" "I love you." And then he hangs up the phone.

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.

Maybe it’s our bodies’ way of telling us we were meant to be. Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something.

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.

This"I’m so over him. This is me, being over him. La,la,la.

My eyes are a little blood shot from crying, and my hair's messy. But other than that i don't look like someone who's world is falling apart" -Courtney; Two way street i love this quote. I'm not entirely sure why, but i just do. I guess probably the because it true.. once you're in that position.

a) he's late. b) he's acting like an asshole and blowing me off. c)he's gotten into a horrible car crash that's left dead. The most likely answer is A. (We went to prom together, and the limo had to wait in his driveway for half an hour. At the end of the night, we got charged for an extra hour. He- read: his parents- paid for it, but still.)

Manipulating situations is one thing, but lying is another. My theory (especially with girls) is that if you don't lie, you can't be held responsible for anything bad that goes down.

a road trip with her ex? danger ahead...

I just have a hard time with small talk. My friend Jocelyn says 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. What if the other person doesn't want to be bothered?

Last year I kissed this freshman girl at a pool party and she wouldn’t get off my nuts for six months. Which is why my policy is now no psychotics, and no freshmen. The freshmen thing is obviously easy to avoid, while the psychotics pose a bit more of a problem. It’s not like girls walk around with “I’m crazy” stamped on their chests.

Because she left him a MySpace message that was semi-flirty, and then today he was very vague about what he was doing. So I headed over to his house and waited outside until he left. And now he’s at McDonald’s, and I’m following him to see where else he’s going.” MySpace is seriously going to be responsible for everyone losing their minds.

You're still riding home with me right?" He asks Courtney watching me at the corner of his eye. What's with this guy? he looks like he's about one second from taking a baseballbat to my knees. Or wanting to. I wonder if this is how serial killers start out. Wasn't Unabomber really goos at math?

- Dude, it's Jocelyn, I (Jordan) say looking over my shoulder nervously [...] - This isn't Jocelyn, B.J says sighing. It's Jordan. Dude, try to play a better trick than that. You sound nothing like her. Plus your number came up on my caller ID. PS: maybe I'm just in a very good mood, but I keep laughing while reading this book, there are plenty of scenes that make me smile, and this is one of them.. it's just hilarious how silly and funny these characters are ;))

Emotional attachments are messy. They end with broken hearts and stalking.

The information age is so psychotic – without the cell phone and Internet, I would be drama free right now.

My eyes are a little blood shot from crying, and my hair's messy. But other than that i don't look like someone who's world is falling apart.

When people start liking people, that’s when someone has the ability to get hurt.

No matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth

You're not eating the cheese," Frank says accusingly. And you're fucking my mom, I want to say back.

Hello?" I say, sounding upbeat, and like I'm happy to be on the phone. I decide to pretend it's my imaginary girlfriend. Fuck pretending to be nice. "Yo, " B. J. Says. "What's going on, honey?" I say, trying to glance at Courtney out of the corner of my eye without her noticing that that's what I'm doing. She's going through her bag, probably looking for more makeup, so she can make herself look good for Lloyd. "Honey?" B. J. Asks. "Jordy, I had no idea you felt that way about me. I have to warn you, though, I happen to be in a very committed relationship. " "Yeah, I miss you, too.

Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something.

Because, let's face it-no matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth.

I'm guessing I'm your fake girlfriend?" B. J. Asks, sighing. It's a miracle that he figured it out. He's not usually the best with things that aren't spelled out for him. "Of course, sweetie, " I say. I try not to think about the fact that I'm talking to B. J. Like we're in love. B. J. Is six-foot-four and 220 pounds. Not someone you want to think about being intimate with.

He takes a chicken tender and dunks it into the honey mustard. Something about that makes me sad. Because all the little things about him, like the way he loves honey mustard and the way he always forgets the cheese on my burger, aren't mine anymore. It's weird that everything can be the same, that he can go on liking honey mustard, and yet everything is different.