"7:15, that's our time."

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

Smoothies first, boys second. That was Taylor Oakes' mantra when she packed up her life and moved to the west coast with dreams of opening a smoothie shop. But it's hard to stay true to a mantra when you're faced with a beautiful, surfing, story-writing, smoothie-making hunk of a man.