Being told that you have to tutor your bully never really sounds good. When Caitlyn is told she has to tutor the person who has bullied her for years, how will they both react? Is he going to open up to her, or carry on pushing her out? Will she forgive him for the constant pain he's put her in through the years? Bullied by Luke Hemmings.

"You can call me Fizz." "Fizz?" The guy beside me raises an eyebrow. "Like the sherbet?" I nod, "Like the sherbet." "...Zero." He adds, pulling away at the grass absent-mindedly. "Like the coke? The drinking kind, I mean." I attempt a joke. His dark eyes rise to meet my own, and just as I am losing all hope in a reply, he finally smiles. "Like the coke."

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

this girl, Emma, is 19 years old, with a little brother named Maxx. she cuts herself because her father left her family and ever since then her mother has been VERY abusive... by harming her in both verbal abuse and physical abuse... she also cuts herself because it gives her something else to think about, instead of thinking 'when will my mother come home from work, storm up to my room, pull me by my hair, and throw me down the stairs?'... her little brother Maxx is about three and instead of spanking him, her mother slaps him in the face. she also starves herself because the bullies at school push her down while calling her fat, not to mention, she is practically all skin and bones... but when she meets Harry Styles that is new to to the college in LA, California change her life for the better? of will he make things worse?

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.