Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around

Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.

But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.

The phone rings.“Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up.“Will you let me explain?”“No.” She hangs up.