Greg Zeller: Love is a game. Nothing more than a game. You have your winners and your losers.
Melissa Wyler: Who needs a scholarship when you have love?
Dion Coulouris: Love? Love?
Melissa Wyler: L-O-V-E. Love!
Dion Coulouris: I need you to be careful. Those are the exact kind of words that are going to get you pregnant.
Melissa Wyler: I'm not going to get pregnant. We've only been going out for a week.
Dion Coulouris: And what do you think the six-week anniversary present is going to be? A bunch of big, nasty, Mexican babies.
Greg Zeller: Love is game. Nothing more than a game. You have your winners and your losers.
Greg Zeller: Did you ever care, Jenn, about anything you and I had together; anything we shared?
Jennifer Taylor: Not particularly.
Greg Zeller: Did you ever love me?
Jennifer Taylor: No.
Narrator: This story is about High School. It is a story based around the authoritarian regime that all schools impose and that we'll concentrate on later in the narration. This story began on a day not terribly dissimilar from this one. In room 419, Mrs. Parson's chemistry class was dissecting a frog. In the woman's gym class, a freshman girl got her period for the first time and left school early. In AP English, a frank and honest discussion was had about the merits of genius and the benefits of being stupid. Meanwhile, across the school, the bell rang for lunch. Greg Zeller and his friend Will Peterson approached the door to the parking lot at a quicker pace than usual.