Hattie isn't anorexic... at least she thinks she isn't. That is until Cole comes along and points out the error in her ways. Can Cole save Hattie before her time runs out or will she just become a skinny love lost right before this bad boy's eyes?

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

Top Rankings for Devon Blue: # 1 in Music # 2 in truelove # 2 in healing # 3 in mentalhealth I used to think us twins could feel each other's pain and that if something ever went wrong we would come to the rescue because that was our job. That's how we would play when we were younger. Twin telepathy maybe. Now I'm sure it didn't work that way because surely, he would have felt my pain the day I tried to kill myself. But he didn't. Were we even twins? Devon Blue grew up in sunny L.A. with her twin brother Chase. Once the new boy, Ryan Housley, moved next door her world was turned upside down facing relentless bullying, betrayal, and heart-wrenching consequences. After a cruel prank by her twin Chase and his friend Ryan, she leaves after spinning into a dark abyss until she jumps and her family sends her to a rehabilitation center in London. Three years later Devon Blue returns with healed wounds and a heart on the mend. However, her transformation both physically and characteristically is totally unexpected with her small suburbia L.A. town and the kids she grew up with especially her brother Chase. Can she heal the old wounds of her past?

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Blair Evans is not your average girl. She drives a motorcycle and fights at an illegal underground bar. She is the bad ass that everyone is afraid of. But why does she fight? And more importantly what happens when she meets Union high schools bad boy.

In the pov of an onlooker on how a girl dies Trigger warnings: self harm, death,depression, mentions of bullying

His fist flew at me, but instead of it meeting my face, it caressed the locker next to me. My heart hammers in my chest, and it aches as I try to suppress it from causing the familiar feeling of a panic attack to ram through me. I then let out a shaky breath, and glanced wide-eyed up at him in shock. He leaned down once again, his soft plump lips grazing the crown of my ear, "The names Sawyer Walker, sweetheart". *** Loyal Bailey has accepted her undeniable fate, as she carries a treacherous past no one knows about on her beaten shoulders. The pain her heart has held, the scars that litter not only her body but her mind, and the secrets that writhe on the tip of her tongue, but will never be told. She's been used, broken, stitched back together countless times, but you wouldn't be able to tell by just looking at her. She's an artist, she's dangerous and she's quick-witted. One of her biggest secrets are her numerous insecurities, like having intense panic attacks, but how long can she really hide them for? Especially after meeting four notorious bad boys. Sawyer Walker is supposedly the leader of the schools' blatant bad boys, and rumored to be in a gang. And a very powerful one at that. He follows his own set of rules, which literally translates to following none. He was what parents told their kids not to become. He's a tyrant and a delinquent, but everyone has their reasons and their pasts that make them who they are. Most fear being in his presence, but what happens when Loyal surprisingly isn't? How does Sawyer handle not being feared? What happens when they unfold her life, and discover every scar she tried to heal, only to rip them open again? How will they react when Loyal's true identity is sought out, and their lives all finally click? Now as cliche as this is about to sound, we all know that the screwed up girl always falls for the bad boy, right? The only question that's left without an obvious answer is, which one?

Her hands were always in her sleeves. Until he tried to hold them.

*NOTE: Based off a song called Baby Don't Cute by B-Mike* Tamara never had a good life. She had friends and family who loved her dearly and plus a boyfriend but many people hated her guts. They wished her bad luck, they wanted her dead, called her names, bullied her and mocked her every move in life. If it wasn't for Myle always keeping a close eye on her, no one would of ever noticed the scars and how she fakes her happiness.