Jennifer Hills, is your typical high school student: pretty good grades, pretty cool friends; an all around okay life. Only one problem: Her locker is right next to Danny Sommers' , Gracefield High's newest trouble maker. And when a class project draws them closer, their lives begin clashing leaving the rest up in the air. "Danny Sommers.: Type D student. -D as in Douchebag -D as in Dipshit. -D as in DISAPPROVED." I mumbled, scribbling angrily into my journal as the ink smeared across the paper.

Nani has liked Niall since they were children. When she confessed his love he didn't just turn her down he told her she was, "Pretty for a black girl." It hurt her as a child but her love for him never altered. As new love interest come along can he realize his true feelings for her? Or will his current and racially aggressive girlfriend blind him from his feelings? A/N This book makes no fucking sense and 5 years later I'm finally actually getting a chance to re-write it. I was 13 and just excited to publish a book. Also :// NEW BOOK RELEASED on my page go check it out!

Highest Rankings: 05/11/19- #1 out of 14 gruri 05/11/19- #1 out of 53 xemma 06/11/19- #4 out of 215 bunk'd 06/11/19- #70 out of 7.6k crushes MOST READ GRURI STORY!!!!! Cover made by me! - Griff is a juvenile delinquint. Zuri is a fashion addict. They're good friends at Camp Kikiwaka, or at least that's what everyone thinks. Tiffany and Griff are in a relationship, but neither of them like each other. Griff likes Zuri, Zuri likes Griff, and Tiffany likes... someone else. How can these friends sort out this mess?

"I d-don't k-know how to kiss"He replied,looking at the ground. "Dont worry I gotchu" I smiled,leaning in.

"So your name is Baby huh?" "Yeah, that's my nickname," "Only I should be calling you that love," •• The story where the curly headed girl falls for the curly headed boy...

"Where is it?" I grit, looking down at him. When he doesn't respond, I stand in front of the screen to block his view and force him to look at me. "You're so childish, you know that?" I analyse with a squint. My eyes trail behind him, to the centre of his sheets on the bed and my phone lights up with a notification. He must've caught it too because he reaches back before I can even react and pushes the phone into the waistband of his shorts. "I was actually gonna give it back to you at the door then you cursed at me, so now I changed my mind." I release the biggest self controlling sigh, step forward and grab at the neck of his shirt, threateningly. "Leo do not play with me, I will reach in and take it. No hesitation." His eyes meet mine and he chuckles before grabbing my wrists with his large hands and speedily flipping me so I land with my back flat against the bed with him now towering over me, his knees beside my thighs on the mattress. "Go on then," He smirks. "Take it." •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Leonardo Blanc and Noémie Moreau have known each other longer than they can both remember. They grew up together, attended the same schools as each other, spent summer vacations together and even almost shared the same birthday as each other. Yet neither could stand the other. Every last interaction between them is either an argument, a fight or a petty game that Noémie could never win. Leo has always known exactly just how to get under Noémie's skin, despite having a huge secret soft spot for her. Still, Noémie hates that he's got her all figured out. Yet, after so many years...she still can't read him.