❝There are so many wrong things when I move into my college life. First, my ex-boyfriend from high school who was a total jerk goes to the same college as me. Second, he's my dorm roommate.❞ ... After a broken high school relationship, Kaylie swore to hate her ex-boyfriend forever, forget him and move on with her life happily. But things didn't work out very well when Kaylie walked into her new dorm room only to find out her roommate was the one who broke her heart three years ago. Kaylie Mills Taylor was a 5"4 pretty girl. Dylan Carter was a 5"7 handsome guy. They both wanted revenge for the other. *** THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED. I repeat, it is NOT edited. So brace yourself for some shitloads of grammar errors (or spellings) or awkward syntax, diction and wordings because when I read the first chapter again, I felt awkward myself... So... You have been warned. - It will be edited after completed. xx © 2014 Stella Synnie Sept. 2014 ⇒ ... (On-going)

"You're so lame." Alexander comments as he walks into the kitchen. "Shut up, I don't care." I scoff as I continue to make myself a sandwich. "You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes." He teases and at that moment, I turn around to face him and give him a fuming glare. "Leave me alone." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out of the kitchen, leaving behind my sandwich. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ A 16 year old girl named Courtney is not your average teenager. She buys her clothes from the men's section and only has two friends. But not for long. Her mother gets proposed by a wealthy man and she is forced to live with the school's biggest player. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't know how to mind his own business...unless he's with a girl. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 marriage, 1 confusing relationship. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ ©2015, Kim Herz

"It's not my fault that dog food is only supposed to be eaten by dogs..." "You can't blame me for actually heating up an egg in the oven to see if it hatches..." "Can you stop staring at me like that? It's not like I did it on purpose..." "C'mon, you can't blame me for trying to figure out where the air vent actually leads to..." "It's not my fault that I used food-coloring as hair-dye, I wanted to dye my hair..." "...I'm just naturally random." And, that's what lands her in awkward situations. Her random ways aren't going to end anytime soon. But, with a goal to get a guy friend? Something's bound to get messy. Let the hunt for friends begin. Cover by Inferius_

"Steven... Steven, please... Please just let m-" said a raspy voice infused with an unmistakable terror. Riddled with sleep but overtaken with curiosity, I slowly raised my head from the plush pillow and placed my tiny feet on the clammy tile floor. I stealthily padded over to the weathered wooden door, the distressed sobs growing louder with each step. " Please...Please just let me go... Stev-" said the hoarse voice again. I wrapped my shaking hand around the chipped silver doorknob and opened the door just enough for one of my big brown eyes to peek through. " Steven... Stev-" My eyes briefly searched the room before landing on an image that would be seared into my mind forever.