For as long as Ian could remember, Noah Rivera has always been the enemy. That one person better than him in every single aspect: Noah was more popular, a lot smarter, and most importantly president of the student council - a position that Ian has wanted ever since he joined Merrol Hines Academy. So when Noah shows interest in Ian he doesn't waste a second to pretend the feelings are mutual, not afraid to cross boundaries when it comes to getting what he wants. What starts out as a game sparked by an old rivalry soon turns into dangerous play when one of them catches feelings. And before he knows Ian's caught up in his own schemes against Noah, and there's no getting out. Highest ranking: #1 in bxb | #1 in lgbtfiction

The last time I'd seen him shirtless was years ago when we were still friends - before puberty. I was so focused on his body that I didn't move when he lowered his shirt. I froze at the same time he did, his eyes meeting mine. --------- Jax Wilson and Rocco Denver are like fire on fire - only bad things could come out of their rivalry and deep-rooted hatred for each other. When Rocco disappears, Jax is convinced he is up to nothing good. But when he does find him, it only leads to more questions. Who is he looking for, Rocco or himself? Will he find either, even if it means leaving everything safe behind?

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

Everything in Jules Hatcher's life is going well: he has a girlfriend, a job and pretty decent grades. That is until he (literally) stumbles into Hunter Adams, the bad boy and player that everyone knows. Soon Hunter has managed to turn Jules' entire world upside down- and make him discover a side of himself, that Jules never knew of. And it all started with that damn hoodie. Trigger warning: this story includes depictions of homophobia and mentions of suicide.

This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read. CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters *** "You good Keke?" I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. "Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes. "Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack. "Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin. "Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world. "You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"

Carter Vanroy and Jordan Sullivan have always been close, even on terms of best friends, but that was all it ever was, and all it ever would be. Because Carter is straight, and completely caught up in the beauty that is Caroline Olsen. And Jordan is still getting over Carmen Huego and swears his relationship with Carter is strictly platonic.