~This story is being rewritten and is now called Love/Hate, link below:~ https://www.wattpad.com/story/94679436-love-hate Rori Everhart is your typical nerd, with your typical glasses and typical grades. If you looked up the definition of Nobody in the dictionary you'd find a picture of Rori in her thick black framed glasses staring back at you. But everything is certainly not what it seems. Rori wants everyone to assume that she is nothing but a nobody. She comes from a beyond wealthy family and she most definitely isn't a nerd, but no one can know that, not if she ever wants to have a normal life. Alexander Clarke is the definition of Bad Ass with his leather jacket and motorcycle. He is hot, wild, and rebellious. He is what every girl wants to date but not marry. Of course behind the jerk attitude is a boy who is hard working and sweet. After his father's death Alex's family is left with a huge debt to the Everharts and Alex has to work every day to pay it off. So what happens when Alex becomes Rori's personal servant and finds out about all her dirty little secrets? Will all hell break loose? What will happen when those two are thrown together in the most compromising situations? Will they get over their differences and work together or is pride too big to over come? Maybe it will be just plain awkward? Find out in Slave to the Geek.

"You're a Celestial now, and for you to become a licensed and winged angel, you have to enroll and graduate in Academia Gloria Caelesti." "I'm a what? And I have to enroll in Aca-where?!" "Academia Gloria Caelesti, aka Angels' Academy. Or AA if you're too lazy for even /that/." "And I have to do what?" "Pass the exams, finish the missions, gain your wings. Easy enough." When Axel woke up that morning, never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she'd be crashing headfirst into an eighteen-wheeler. When she came to, the brother she's lost for more than ten years was hovering above her with the most brilliant pair of wings she's ever seen (not that she's seen any, save for some bird wings and stuff), and the fiercest scowl she's ever seen him give her. As if dying and getting rammed by a big-ass truck was her fault. If that wasn't enough, he tells her that in order for her to gain her own pair of wings, she has to enroll into the prestigious Academia Gloria Caelesti--AA for those who'd rather save themselves from the tonguetwister, the most coveted (and only) academic institution in heaven, designed to train heaven-class Angels of all Ranks. To graduate, she has to fulfill and pass a series of missions and tests with flying colors. Her major exam? 'Save the reticent musician from the bonds of his sordid past and transform him into a commendable citizen'... or whatever bull. Thinking the mission 'too cliche' and 'overrated', Axel decides to ante up the stakes by involving a rag-tag group of popular musicians, their stoic manager, a bunch of orphans and abandoned, senile senior citizens, and a prissy Archangel who has a strange aversion to cats. But of course she'll fall in love with her charge. That's what happens in the movies, and in the books, and in all forms media that she's had her grubby literary hands on. Problem is, this is the real shizz, so how would she deal? What would she choose? Her wings? Or her (non-beating) heart?