"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

(in need of vast editing) ❝Everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner.❝ // trigger warning

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"It's not my fault that dog food is only supposed to be eaten by dogs..." "You can't blame me for actually heating up an egg in the oven to see if it hatches..." "Can you stop staring at me like that? It's not like I did it on purpose..." "C'mon, you can't blame me for trying to figure out where the air vent actually leads to..." "It's not my fault that I used food-coloring as hair-dye, I wanted to dye my hair..." "...I'm just naturally random." And, that's what lands her in awkward situations. Her random ways aren't going to end anytime soon. But, with a goal to get a guy friend? Something's bound to get messy. Let the hunt for friends begin. Cover by Inferius_

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

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

I am Sybil. I am 16 years of age, and already I have killed one person. I live in a Mental Institute called Cherry Hills, and the doctors have no idea what's wrong with me. I hear things you will never hear, see things you will never see. I see dead people.

[PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN] Hate - /hāt/ - the only thing that Louis and I have in common between each other; besides being tied for most popular in school They say time kills everything. Love, life, laughter, and even pain – but it couldn’t kill what we had. We held the one exception. The single feeling we retained since meeting in Year 9 that never left, it defied time. Hate. Through the three years that we had known each other, our hatred didn’t die out like many expected. With time, it only intensified. While others spent their last year in high school making “memories that would last a lifetime”, we were planning one thing. The only thing four years came down to in our eyes – How to prevail against each other in the popularity factor, once and for all. For popularity, I’ve cheated, lied, and rebelled, so I didn’t see any problems in doing so; apparently neither did he. We’ve both broken rules before, but what neither of us anticipated – was that one school camping trip was all it would take, to alter everything. “Three weeks aren’t going to change anything.” There Kat, is where you were wrong. [cover is by me] Copyright © 2013 LondonStylesxx ALL RIGHTS RESERVED