You Can't Love Someone, Not Truly, Until You've Hated Them First. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I love you." He said. "I hate you." She said.

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Ian Macpherson and Charlotte (or Charlie, as Ian calls her) Henry had been the best of friends since either could remember. But when Charlotte's mother dies of cancer when she was thirteen, Charlotte goes into a depression that even Ian can't help her out of and pushed them farther and farther apart. Charlotte's depression caused her to gain weight and become the laughing stock of the school. Even her best friend Ian turned on her. But that's when Charlotte moved away to England because of her father's job. Now it's both Ian and Charlotte's senior year and everything is about to change for them both. Ian became the hot player that any girl would happily be with. He never thought he'd see Charlotte again since she'd moved to England. But now she's back and looking totally different. Charlotte still can't forget what Ian and his friends did to her before she left for England. But when they meet again, Charlotte can't help but have her feelings for Ian come flooding back to her. And maybe, just maybe, Ian will let himself feel what he'd hidden from her forever.

COCO: probably the most fabulous girl at school. And the loneliest too.

Cynthia was never considered normal. She was homeschooled, and had a weird hobby. No, it was not stalking people or having a weird fetish, she had a weird hobby for photobombing. Keith, on the other hand, was always considered the normal, happy-go-lucky boy that would lead a normal future. He was always fond of laughter. He was always joking around and conducting harmless pranks on people, making him so lovable. Pranks and photobombing. An unlikely mix of laughter, photos and love. It's obvious that they will fall in love with each other... Right? All rights reserved. (to myself)

He took one good look at her, And he knew she was the perfect kind of Trouble, A good girl who knew exactly when to be bad.