"What's so bad about me? Why do you hate me so much!" I yell at him through my tears and his body stiffens. He slowly turns around and walks towards me. The pain in his eyes run as deep as mine and for some reason I pity him. "You have no right to be crying right now! You are so fucking heartless! you don't even know why I hate you? Isn't it obvious? God you're so stupid Baylor! I fucking hate you!" He yells the last part as his hands clench into fist slamming against the wall above my head and I thought for sure he was going to hit me. "Whatever I did that was so bad I'm sorry! Asher I am so sorry!" I cry and his eyebrows furrow together as he stares at me confused. Then he does something I've never seen him do; he cries. - Baylor Campbell- sensitive, puts way too much guilt on herself, and is constantly haunted by what happened to her two months ago. Asher hill- despises Baylor with everything he has. But bay doesn't know why. Also best friends with Baylors brother, Cameron. So when cam offers their extra room to Asher, things get heated between him and Baylor. And fast. Secrets are told, hearts are ripped out, and an unlikely friendship might make a slight peek through all their hatred. - Highest ranking; #1 in contest! #1 in First Love #1 in Badboy #2 in teen fiction - NEEDS SERIOUS EDITING!

Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression