My jog slowed, and I pulled up my hood in hopes that he wouldn't notice that it was me. Everything was intensified: the burning in my calfs, the breaths I took, the pain in my chest, but the most unbearable was his gaze. It never left me, and I couldn't help but look back at him. Time was the slowest it had ever been. Seconds felt like a millennium, and the minute it took me to round the corner and go past him, well, that felt like I had witnessed the big bang and every thing up until this very moment. Maybe he wouldn't notice me now that I've filled out and have a different hair color, but he wouldn't have jumped up like that if Brett didn't already suspect it was me. I made it off of the track, and began to go back to my house, when I heard the scariest thing ever: footsteps. Heavy footsteps thudded behind me. They could only be one person, and I didn't exactly want to talk to Brett right now. I picked up my pace while cursing my boobs for getting big. I also cursed at myself for not wearing a sports bra. "Jess... Jess wait up!" He yelled, in a high pitched voice, I managed to say, "I'm not Jess you creep!" This threw him off guard for a total of three seconds, but that was just enough time to put more distance between us. By now I was sprinting, hoping that I had more endurance than I'm used to. "Stop! Jess, I.. Jess I need to talk to you," his words sounded innocent, but the way he said them made him sound like he was psychotic. "go away Brett!" i yelled. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ChickLit #79 / Romance#344 like this story? check this one out on my other account! @Anna_Green_ http://www.wattpad.com/106619409-all-because-of-cristofer-grey-chapter-1

Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!

We all have story's we don't ever want to tell right? Lilliana is one of theses people, she's hiding something from everyone, and she's hiding it by being mute. She keeps it all to herself, until HE notices her...

Jess- When I came back from my summer internship, I expected to come home to the seemingly perfect life I had left. But my happy ending seems to not exist. Secrets are revealed, feelings are changed, and Brett is back... except he's different. He's nice and I think I like him, for real this time. Brett- Everything is perfect. I have Jess, who is perfect. She is mine, and I love her, now I just have to figure out how to tell her.. How will Jess survive her bad boy summer? Does she even want to? Or will she finally fall for the bad boy? Even if she does, will she stay that way? What about her family? What happens when her dad's condition gets worse? Is California the only option? have any questions? feel free to message me! also, BOOK THREE IS NOW AVAILABLE! -----> http://www.wattpad.com/story/2505840-still-just-a-bad-boy-third-book-of-just-another

What would have happened if Katniss didn't take Prim's spot in The Hunger Games? Would anything be any different? Would a new story unfold? This is my version. *WARNING: Things have been changed. Don't say I didn't warn you.*

Meet Aiden King, he’s got it all, money, the car, the girls, the popularity, the body and a bright future. He’s also the world’s biggest player. Meet Katarina Pierce she’s a tomboy and her family is rich but she doesn’t like to flaunt it. They’ve moved from place to place because of her fathers job. She has three older and over protective brothers that she loves. On her first day of school she meets Aiden King, and she instantly doesn’t like him, he’s a huge jerk! But when they become partners for a school project, they are forced together and forced to see who has more control over their heart. The Player or the Tomboy.

"Bad boys- They're cocky, arrogant, and distracting... but maybe that's just what I need." Jess is your not-so-typical teenage girl with a genuine heart and punk style. She's not fond of bad boys and Brett is the worst of them. He always seems to know how to get under her skin. You'd think it would be easy to just stay away from him- right? Except.. she needs to use his talents for some old fashioned revenge on her first love and best friend. Her plan- not well thought out. Her partner- not trustworthy. Her heart? Totally vulnerable, and she'll do all she can to keep it out of Brett's reach... But in a game of hearts someone is bound to get hurt. Or worse; fall in love. Check out the sequel! http://www.wattpad.com/story/3785670-my-bad-boy-summer-watty%27s-2013

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

"He was... he was something else. I wouldn't really know how to explain John. Nor what he meant to me. It was like drowning yet it was like having the big breath after being underwater for so long. It was like finding yourself and losing yourself all at once. It was intoxicating yet it was like the air I needed. Sometimes I wished he never happened, yet I don't know what I would be without him. He was my angel in disguise. And my love for him...it's like this roaring fire devouring the forest, consuming me in flames" - - 20 year old Lacely Garcias' life was anything but perfect, but to her, her messy life was something normal. Well before her mother got diagnosed with cancer. Before she had to work two jobs and before she was failing her classes. So what happens when John Novako, a man she doesn't know proposes money-money she needs- in exchange for her to pretend to be his wife? Lacely is thrown into a life she's never known and struggles to hold on. Truths are told, things are unraveled, drama is being scattered, people start finding themselves, sorrow unleashes, and in the midst of all of this, love is developed. A love that tried to be tamed, but the flames, sadly, couldn't. A/N: THIS BOOK HAS NOT BEEN EDITED.

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