Edited version of "I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know"

A Theodore Nott Love Story. *** Everything isn't what it seems. *** "Lies! It's all lies, Theo!" I raised my voice, tears brimming the edge. "What do you mean?" He furrowed his brows, even more confused. "It- I-" I shook my head trying to think of the words to say. "Well tell me!" His voice cracked as it raised. I looked away. I had to. I couldn't watch him break and he couldn't see me shatter. "This can't happen anymore. Goodbye, Theo." And I walked away. *** COVER BY: @-jesouffre Disclaimer: I only own Sadie Myers. The rest belongs to JKR.

𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦, 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒. 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡, 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡, '𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒? 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦. ...in which you find out spencer reid's secret, and it could either ruin you or change your life forever. COMPLETED.

When a vicious and well-connected serial killer escapes from prison with a vendetta against the BAU, Strauss makes the decision to send them away until the FBI can catch him. Fairly new to the team, y/n sees sides of the others she hadn't before - especially the otherwise mysterious Dr. Spencer Reid.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018