“I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.”

“It's fine.” Brett shrugged, suppressing the urge to say something like, “The drugs are okay, but the sex is lousy.” But she didn't want her suddenly nun-like sister to have a heart attack before Brett got a chance to pump her for information.”

“...don't act like I didn't for you.I did. Hard. And for a long time.So please, forgive me if now that we're over, I'm exhausted.”

“I just like meeting people.”“I don't.” Tinsley wrinkled her nose. “It upsets my balance. I hate having to constantly reconfigure everyone, who fits where and all that.”

“RyanReynolds: You and Kara, huh? So that’s why we’ve never hooked up!BrettMesserschmidt: No. That would be because I hate you. :)RyanReynolds: Oh.”

“You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.”

“But I like labels,” she admitted. “They make everything so much clearer.” Her sister Bree always told her she liked things to be wrapped up too neatly, and that part of the point of life was its messiness, its refusal to be wrapped up. Brett always took the advice with a grain of salt—it was probably Bree’s excuse for a messy room, or for breaking up with boys she’d dated without actually telling them.”