This started out as just one individual poem but then one thing led to another and it ended up growing into so much more than just something I'm never gonna touch again.So...this is a collection of random poems,there's no real theme to the poems hence the random part....so hope you like it!

Seven girls are travelling home from a swim meet with their team when they pass a car with 7 hot guys in it. Immediately the team starts pressing their faces against the windows, batting their eyelashes, and waving. But the guys aren't paying attention to the others. Their eyes are attached to the 7 who aren't looking their way. Their hearts scream mate, but there are some problems. The girls don't know who they are and the guys are already graduated from high school. How are they going to claim their mates?

Miss Perfect, Courtney Collins, has everything a teenage girl could ever wish for. She has the Pretty Face, Perfect Figure, Popularity, Fortune, Friends who follow her every command and a Super Hot Boyfriend who's madly in love with her. Ultimate Geek, Chad Treyson, is a typical teenage boy who only wish for a peaceful senior year. He is the Smart Guy with goofy eyeglasses, wears lousy shirts, grade conscious, living a normal lifestyle, a musician and a certified bookworm. Put the two together and set a game. A game of love. Who fell in love first will lose. If Miss Perfect falls for the Ultimate Geek, is she willing to leave her spotlight just to be with him? And if Chad falls for Courtney, is he ready to deal with lots of drama and attention? Who will win and who will lose? Is it the Beauty or the Geek?

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se