“She took several slow deep breaths, then, "Okay, what happened to my car?""This is your car.""I may not know much lately," she gritted, "but I do know what I drive. I drive a falling-apart Toyota. A disgustingly powdery-blue one. With lots of rust and no antenna. That is not my car.""Correction. You used to drive a falling apart Toyota, B.A."Had his lips just brushed her hair? She shivered, and though she knew better than to ask, she did it anyways. "Okay, you got me, what's 'B.A.'""Before Adam. After Adam, you drive a BMW.”

“That is not my car!”“Correction. You used to drive a falling apart Toyota. B.A.”Had his lips just brushed her hair? She shivered. And though she knew better than to ask, she did it anyway.“Okay. You got me. What’s B.A.?”“Before. Adam. After Adam, you drive a BMW. I take care of what is mine. That Toyota wasn’t safe.”Figured that arrogant beast would define himself as the dawning of an epoch.“I’m not yours. It was too, and you can’t just go around stealing.”“I didn’t, and I filled out the paperwork myself.”

“My blender has a more powerful engine than my car, but my car doesn’t make smoothies as well. I drive a Toyota Starbucks Limited Edition.”

“She had started driving past his apartment to see whether or not his car was out front. She had looked up his phone number, and twice she had called his apartment from the pay phone in school, knowing he wouldn’t be at home, just so she could hear how sexy his voice sounded on his answering machine. Was this what falling in love was supposed to feel like?”

“What the hell happened to you?" she demanded. "What took so long?""My car got towed.""Okay, but why did you swim here?""I walked. It just happens to be a hundred and fifty-seven degrees outside.”

“How about a rain check?' She smiles, but I know it's not real because it doesn't crinkle her eyes. 'Sure. Some other time.'I nod and grab my car keys. Before I flip the light on in the grage, she's behind me, tugging on my backpack.'You want to go to school? Fine. But you're not driving. Give me the key.''I'm okay, Mom, really. I'll see you tonight.' I plant a quick kiss on her cheek and turn to the door again. 'That's nice. Give it to me.' She holds out her hand.I clench the key in my fist. 'You practically shoved that car down my throat Monday, and now youre taking the key. What did I do?''What did you do? Well, for starters, you used your face to stop a cafeteria door from swinging open.”