When Greyson makes a drunken bet with his best friend Chase that he can make Jasmine fall in love with him by the end of the year he doesn't realise what he's getting himself into. To begin with Jasmine has glasses, braces and never wears makeup. But pretty soon Greyson realises that Jasmine is different to who she says she is. Maybe he can get this bet to work, he can transform her into one if them, get his kiss then forget about it. He just has to make sure he doesn't fall for the girl he never thought he would love.

6 different lives, 2 different stories and 2 different fates. Years passed but some things never change, some feelings remain and love can return when you least expect it to. Fate number 1: " Hello." I shuddered at the sound of that velvety voice. My body froze and I suddenly felt weak. I was kneeling down on the floor. My hands dipped in the soil. All I could see was his well shod feet and his expensive black leather shoes. He was back. My God, he was here. I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout as I already knew that his presence was going to change my life again. I may fight him, I may ignore him but I was still into his possession. ______________________________________________________________ Fate number 2 I never thought to have him in front of me after all these years. I wondered if he recognized me. He changed, he's a man now. I should hate him, he caused so much trouble in my family yet I can't. I trembled as I held his medical records in my hand. He was famous now and although he had defied death more than once,his body carried the marks of each challenge. I looked at his x-ray , he was there for a broken arm. He kept staring at me making me feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. His blue eyes deep as the blue sea and his hair black as jet. I found myself staring at his lips, sensual and full. Mick the cowboy, the man of danger, this was how they called him now. I smiled as I remembered how many times we had chatted in the past even though he didn't know it was me. I had loved him in silence since the first time I saw him. " Do I know you? Have we already met somewhere?" He asked. My heart stopped as I found the courage to look at him. Yes you know me, I have always been into your possession even if you don't know it.

I had every right to give my mind, body and soul to this man. He was flawless; perfection. A bead of sweat falling from his strong, musculine jaw onto his ripped pecs of his chest. I couldn't help but think of how I wanted to catch it with my tounge after it ran just underneath his belly botton. His pants hang loosely on his hips so that I could see his perfect v-shape with the trail of golden-brown hairs right in the center of his perfect strong, chiseled body. Now that we're together and happy, I have someone after me. Someone that's trying to kill us both. Is it worth it being with the most handsome cop you've ever laid your eyes on? Or is it too much to handle and you walk away from it all without looking back? Read along to find out... Please be 18 and ⇧ to read, I'd hate to corrupt the young minds. And yes, this story was originally 'Sins of a School Girl' but I began to really dislike it so I changed it. *currently being edited and under construction* Please vote and let me know what you think. Enjoy!