| You were the chaos I wasn't ready to lose

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Shayla Dawson's the slut of the school. You know what that means, right? She sleeps around and even takes money for those deeds. So, she's a slut and a prostitute. She has been doing this for two years, but there's something she's hiding. Something deep and dark. That something is what her crush, Clyde Beaumont finds out about. What is that secret? Will there be love involved? Read to find out!

{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 }

I run my hands through my hair furiously, breathing in heavily. I clinch my fist, willing the anger to go away. "Hey. Are you alright?" The sound of that voice, 'Her' voice penetrates through my angry mind. Slowly I open my eyes and look down into hers. I suck in a breath like I always do when I gaze into her eyes. Her beautiful blue orbs filled with concern for me. Just for me! She reaches out her hands and tentatively touches my shoulder. I flinch and draw in a ragged breath "How can I help?" How do I tell her that just her presence brings light to my dark world? I look behind her and see my rival. My nemesis. My step brother. His mouth set in a thin line, his eyes blazing with fury. My lips curl up into a smirk. I look down at her "Kiss me" ********** Two devilishly handsome guys and one unpredictable red haired.