I lay there.. thinking. What if I didn't agree to go with Chris to that party? What if I never got drunk? I wouldn't have ever felt his warm lips on mine. His hands in my hair. His lips speaking words of comfort in my ears. I lied when I said I never wanted to have a boyfriend. I lied when I said I never wanted to love him. Too many lies.. The question was.. what will happen in the end? Will I lay here.. in fatal position, crying my heart out? Or what? I silently prayed to whatever was out there.. to never let anything happen to him.. never. Let him be. Let him stand next to me, our hands intertwined. Oh, how I longed to tell him just one final time that I loved him. One final time.. to feel his hands caressing my cheek. But for now, all I can do is hope. - Isis Fox, Hug An Emo. They'll Love You For it by Rosalie_oqbi.

Katerina Herald has something to hide, something very real. Facing an absent mother and an especially angry father- she's become used to cowering. However, when the new student Cain Masters rolls in, he becomes intrigued by the struggle Kat faces. With his insistent prodding and her looming graduation from high school, can she really get by with a little help from her friends? Is survival possible in a house of hatred?

When 17 year old Harley finds herself jobless, she needs a new job-- and quick. Her uncle comes to her house with a job offer. For her to become a teacher at his school. A school for delinquents. Watty Awards 2010 Winner of Best Overall, Best Romance, Best Female Lead, and Best Cast!

Holly's new, young teacher has a dark past, and a dangerous future. She soon finds herself charmed by his ways, and gets thrown into the chaos. Who knew having an ex-gangster for a teacher could be so troublesome? As Holly and Mr. Heywood grow closer, more questions about his past come upon Holly, as does danger. What is Mr. Heywood keeping from Holly? And why is it so bad? But most importantly, if she falls for him, could their relationship survive? After all... it would be a proscriptive relationship.