"For a broken heart, the limit for revenge . . . does not exist." __________________________ What happens when you get caught breaking garden gnomes and throwing eggs at your sister's ex-boyfriend's house? In Helen's case, she gets stuck with Nolan Milesblue, the revenge-driven high school outsider who wants to destroy every couple he sees. He won't hand the photos of her vandalizing property over to her until she helps break up seven couples in the community. Helen is blackmailed into sabotaging happy relationships, and forced to face wrath of angry boyfriends (& girlfriends), pies to face, blows to ego, punishment from Kay Pal, etc. All because these are not just any couples. It's all the girls that Nolan ever dated.

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?

"As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly." In which Anna writes about a lot of people kissing.

"I hate you! Why don't you just pack your bags and leave? I don't want you here! I've never wanted you here!" I yelled, pounding my fists on his chest, my voice rising with every word. I was on the verge of tears. My heart was beating too fast to be healthy at our proximity, and we were both gasping for air after our yelling match. I tried to pull my hands away from him, but his tight, secure grip on my wrists was too strong. It bothered me to an extreme length that even when I was pissed off at him, he still managed to make a tingly and electrifying sensation ignite where his hands were. His dark, disheveled hair slightly moved in the night's chilly wind. He looked hurt, but at the moment I didn't care. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were penetrating me, and his voice was low and raspy as he said, "We both know that's a lie, and if I did, you would miss me too much." And I hated how true he was. * * * Adrienne Clark. She didn't expect a lot of things. Especially: 1. Her father getting into a relationship after her mother's death. 2. A step mom. 3. Luke and Charlotte Pierce as her new housemates. Or uninvited guests that were staying with her, as she would prefer. These three things changed her, in more ways than she could have anticipated, more than she could have thought. But out of all of them, Luke was the one that changed her the most. With his arrogant and cocky demeanor, he was the last person she would have expected to have the ability to make her heartbeat spike with just one glance. And it living with the him didn't help one bit. Hate, Love, Hormones, and Heartbreak. They're all a pain. {sporadically harsh language & slow updates} © 2013, all rights reserved. (which means steal or I will come to your house and gouge your eyes out with a rusty spoon)