Book 1 of the Sweethearts High [Dual POV] ʚɞ "Then why do you come back Daria?" BJ said, his eyes looked tired and his shoulders were slightly slumped. He held his chin high, he wanted to fight for this. I froze as I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "Because you confuse me... I don't do this, I'm not some stupid girl you make me out to be." ʚɞ 𝐁𝐉 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚 I was an idiot. Foolish, I don't know why I thought that I could ever just be just friends with her. I knew I wanted to protect her, shield her, make sure she never stopped being like the sun. I had my eyes on her from the moment we met, she moved into the penthouse across the hall from mine. She was five and I was nine, I never thought much of it but I knew I wanted her in my life for a long while. She was so brave and chatty, her smile and laughter were warmth and her eyes...her eyes were like murals in a museum. Whether she was happy, mad, or sad her eyes were always interesting to look at, she was expressive. I didn't know it then. I do now. I'm in love with Daria Hart. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 I wanted him to want me, I thought he did. I was so sure of it, but I realized after a while the girls he was stringing along never looked anything like me. They were opposite to me. It seemed like a compliment at first but then I got in my head. When we were kids it was so simple, he was my first kiss, he took me to my first college party. It was always with him and maybe it was my fault, I felt too safe. My heart was never safe in his hands.

Book 3 of the Sweethearts High Series [Dual POV] ☘︎ "You're fucking scaring me!" Her voice rose; tears brimmed in her already red-rimmed brown bambi eyes. "What do you think you do to me?!" ☘︎ 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 Every day of my life, I've felt like I roll through the punches; some days, my past haunted me more than others. Then he'd hold me, and all my monsters went away. Maybe the darkness that followed him overpowered any power my monsters had. 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 I went through military school. I was the perfect pick for the FBI; there were no records of my past. That I made sure of. I wasn't losing her; these bastards could take the skin off my back for all I cared; my bones would still shield her from it all, even the fucked-up monsters in her own mind.