Emery Ashford had a smart mouth. She was known for it. As an outgoing teenager Emery was always hanging out with friends and with a lack of filter she always said what was on her mind. Especially if it had to do with that irritative jock. She hated him with every fiber in her body. She hated his charming nature, his arrogance, his lack of care, and the way he got on her nerves. But the thing she hated most, although she'd never admit it, is that she would stick up for him. Not like he ever needed it. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But it's completely impossible. He lived right across the street. Everything about senior year had been going smoothly until, Bang. Jackson Riley had a pretty mouth. Pretty face too. As the school's football captain he's always been the talk. For years he's been entertained by the smartass that is Emery Ashford. She was a pain in his ass, but he knew he'd be bored without her. When he ends up giving Emery another concussion, he's determined to make the last two months of her senior year hell. That's if he hasn't been doing that already. There's only one thing in his way. Concussion or not Emery isn't going down without a fight. It seems the more she doesn't want him around, the more he happens to be. She thinks her life is spiraling into the ground...but maybe she has it all wrong. With an offer she can't refuse and a heat of the moment bet, it's time for the both of them to realize that there's a thin line between love and hate. And with an injury like this, that line is surely to blur. #1 in annoying [12/30/22] #1 in brothersbestfriend [1/6/23] #1 in hate [1/15/23] #1 in teens [1/28/23] #1 in tension [3/18/23] #1 in summer [5/8/23] #1 in player [5/13/23] Started [Oct 2022] Finished [May 2023]

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,,Sedim tako i razmišljam kako nam je bilo lepo..."- poče pjesma na radiju.Kroz moju glavu prolete milion sjećanja. Pa stvarno nam je bilo lijepo. Koliko lijepih uspomena imam, toliko imam i onih loših. Kao npr. kada me je ostavila, a nije mi ništa rekla. Samo je nestala. Tog dana je ponijela i moje srce sa njom. Koliko boli kada mislim na nju. Ali ja nonstop mislim na nju, znači mene stalno boli. Već su prošle dvije godine a ja i dalje umirem za njom. Koliko god se trudio da ne mislim na nju, ona je tu. Pod kožu, duboko i nema namjeru da me ostavi na miru. Ah te njene plave oči, ah ta bijela koža kao snijeg. Bože moj, zar ću je ja ikad preboljeti?