Love

The word “crush” sounds so middle school. Saying it evokes images of walking past the football star cutie on your way to geometry or accidentally brushing hands with that adorable 8th grader from English as you both reach for a slice of pizza at lunch. If he passes you the ball in gym class soccer, it must be true love.

We need to talk.

I've got a sneaking suspicion that something fishy is going on. You've recently spent late nights in the gym getting your buns in tip-top shape. You've been to the tanning salon several times this week to get something called a "base." You've even conned some money out of your parents for a service trip to Nicaragua that for some reason has a six-day layover in Cancun.