"Why do you keep touching my stuff?!" "Bro, I didn't! You think I'd make this mess?" "Yes! You went too far! It was a fucking prank." "I didn't. Do it!" "Then who did?" "Your teammates." Aisa becomes offended. "Bitch." Aisa's Face Claim (Aye-Zhuh): Person Displayed on Book Cover Constantine's Face Claim (Con-Sten-Teen): Your Personal Preference

"I say that I hate you with a smile on my face.." Wisdom Jefferson is known for her bad attitude and temper. After a bad fight, she now has to do 6 months of anger management classes and has to find a job. After weeks of searching, she's still at a dead end because no one wants to work with a teen who picks fights. That is until she applies for a diner and gets hired. All is well until she remembers that her manager is her longtime enemy. Jorja Hunters is an outgoing, activist and drummer. She's the one you call when you have a problem but seems to be always alone when she has one. All she wants to do is travel the world and showcase her talent. But she has no support from her overprotective parents which is why she ends up working at their diner with the girl who gives her a horrible headache, yet she seems to still have a crush on after many years. Old Title was "Favorite Crime"

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There are times where you want nothing more than to be loved. To be wanted. To be accepted. But life wants to challenge you instead. Toreesa Lane comes from a wealthy lifestyle. Breezing her way into college and trying to live up to her fathers diligent reputation, she only seems to attract people who want to use her for what she has to offer. She was raised to believe that money gets you everything...even a persons love for you. Erica Milliano, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. Being predominantly poor, she works hard every day and night to pay for her college education, even if that means skipping meals and living on the streets; she will do whatever it takes. She was on her own from the very beginning and trusts absolutely no one. She relies on no one, but herself. These two are so different from one another but they manage to fall blindly into each others arms; One Bus Ride at a Time...

"I don't like studs, okay? We're just friends." She says. "Right, friends." I say, crashing my lips into hers.