'I will never fall for someone like you,' I said. 'Just wait Skylar Jones, you will,' he told me. I wouldn't believe it in the beginning, but in the end he was right.

"Show me your scars again." He asked me. "But.......why?" I asked quizzically. "I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there "he said a tear rolling down his cheek.

Who would come to realise that the boy I thought was a creep in the elevator would be so protective; charming. That one night, at the party my best friend made me go to, it changed my life. But for the good, or for the bad? That is the question.

Luke ; u always play her. She knows she likes u but doesn't know if u like her. She always goes for the punk guys but then gets played , don't play her like the other guys. She knows she will get played but still has an interest for u. Why?

"You're weird?" He pointed out, scrunching up his nose. "You've got all these tattoos and your hair looks like it could be a different shade everyday." "I'm unique." She corrected. "You're boring." She mocked him, scrunching her nose up like his.

Hello, dare me! Dare me anything!

Hai gauys! Thanks for clicking my story! This will be my first ever story so.. Sorry if it kinda sucks.. I'm not good at writing. I enjoy it a lot though. So now I'm gonna share some with you. If I make a person out to be anyone they're not I'm completely aware of that. I love 5 seconds of summer and I'm sorry if you don't enjoy the characters I'm making them out to be it's just a story right. This won't ever matter! The girl in it is nothing like me! I can't refer to her as anything like me at all ok. Sorry for the long intro.. I ramble... Ok well here it goes! I do hope you enjoy it because I know I will enjoy writing it!

Ella, she doesn't know what she wants. She doesn't know who she wants. And this is how it starts... WARNING: LOTS OF SMUT, BAD LANGUAGE, NO PLOT OR STORYLINE

"You're scared of me and it turns me on." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he kissed my neck. "I'm dating your best friend." I whispered, trying to not let a moan escape my mouth. "That doesn't mean anything." He whispered, pulling at the edge of my shirt.