{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

[edited] [complete] 'Shit,shit,shit,shit,hide,hide,hide,find somewhere to hide,hide,hide,there run faster FUCK!!!' I ran so fast to the janitor's closet and can hear my heart beating in my ears perfectly. 'Just breathe,breathe,breathe' I said to myself but just when I was finally relaxing I heard them. I heard the footsteps coming closer, and closer! 'Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck!!!!!!' They kept coming closer!! It sounds like they where running towards where I'm at! "ARIELLLLLLL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!YOUR SO GOING TO PAY FOR THAT FUCKING PRANK!!!!!" He said that so loud and it was fucking right out side the fucking door!!! 'Breathe,breathe,be quiet' I kept repeating to myself then slowly again I calmed down. I started to hear the footsteps started to walk and fade away. I open the door so quite and quick because I need to get the FUCK OUT OF HERE! But once I open the door there he was, he's grey eyes were looking in to my soul! MY FUCKING SOUL! He's eyes quickly darken and pushed me against the wall so fast before I let my air out he was next to my ear. "Now Ariel want to tell me why you did that FUCKIN prank on my FUCKIN BIKE!" He barked... ***** Ariel was known for all of her pranks. Shit she even prank teachers. She pranked everyone except for the bad boy. So that's when she decided to prank the prank on he's famous bike. Bruce the badboy was the baddest boy in school. He was also know as the famous fuck boy in school He had grey eyes, Blondish brown hair, perfect jaw line, six pack, perfect tone arms and chest. But he gets pranked by the famous Ariel. Let's just see how this goes. *first couple of chapters are boring, but it's gets better* *MY FIRST BOOK EVER! HAS REALLY BAD GRAMMAR MISTAKES!!*

"I love how innocent you act, but I know you're not." **************************** My dad had given me a simple journal that I thought I'd never use. When I found out he died in a car crash, that next week, I decided to start writing all my feelings in it because I'm not really good at expressing them verbally. My journal was full of decent thoughts... Well some were decent, Until I met Dillon Taylor. He was the cocky, annoying, loud mouthed boy next door that wouldn't turn his music down if the queen of England walked in his room. So one night, I finished my diary entry and fell asleep. I left the window open because it was hot. Bad idea. I heard some fiddling in my room so I turned on my lamp. Only to see that annoying boy from next door's body was halfway out my room window-- with my diary in his hand.

Angel Harper has had a tough life. At fifteen, she lost her parents and little brother to a tragic car accident that will forever change her. Her aunt has always blamed her for this, and she has suffered at the hands of an abusive ex-boyfriend. Now eighteen, she moves into her parents' old house to start anew where she meets Ace Carter, the resident bad boy and player every girl wants. Angel, knowing she can't handle opening up herself again, pushes him away to keep herself safe. But what if being vulnerable with him could actually give her a chance to finally heal?