Avery is back in her hometown, after she moved away to LA with her mom. After her parents divorced her mom thought it would the best if they get away from the city. Avery Davis is 19 years old and a pretty shy person. She's always very quiet when she's around people she doesn't know and doesn't really talk to strangers in general. She can be a loud person who always makes jokes but only around people she trusts or friends. Victoria Diaz is 20 years old and the typical bad girl. She's always mean to everyone except her best friend and she always speaks what's on her mind. What happens when Avery goes to the same college as Victoria and meets her? Can Avery break her shell and will they become friends? Or even more? Or will Victoria shut her out completely? [Highest rankings] Lgbt #45 College #33 Mlm #24 Enemiestolovers #1

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.