She thought the world was against her and being loved just wasn't for her, until she met four boys determined to change that. (the writing in this is certainly not my best, just a heads up) warning: this book deals with triggering topics such as eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. [highest ranking ~ #1 fanfiction] 2015 by mrcalibu. All rights reserved (I do not own 5 Seconds of Summer, Hi Or Hey Records, Arzaylea, Bryana Holly, or any real-life characters that may be involved in the story. I only own my own characters, such as Daisy. Every character and their actions in this book is strictly fictional.)

She was walking through her highschool corridors, holding her books tightly to her chest ignoring every insult thrown at her. The petite female went to take another step, when she tumbles to the floor her books scattering. Laughter filled the hallways, enchanting her already horrible self-esteem. Biting her bottom lip, she began to pick up her books silently; trying to ignore the numerous remarks. Bodies surrounded her, all wearing high heels. Her brown eyes finally gave in and looked up, the cheerleaders surrounded her. The fear escalated inside her stomach, but she kept her face free of emoctions as she stared forward. Silently praying they would just go, of course they didn't. "Big brother isn't here to save you this time, is he?" She didn't reply, but began looking for her brother. She spotted him standing next to his group of friends, laughing and being the troublemakers they always were. She knew there was no use in trying to get his attention, for he'd be to late. The first kick landed next to her ribcage, causing her to whimper silently. One of her brother's friends instantly began to glance around, his eyes finally landing upon hers. His eyes were light and kind , sending her spiraling into a new world. She no longer felt the pain from the kicks, only the butterflies entering her whole body as she stared into his eyes. She forced herself to look away first, a blush rushing upon her cheeks. "No" she told herself, "I won't fall in love."

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.