Jacob Thomas is everything Braelyn has ever wanted in a guy. He's cute, smart, athletic, and funny. But two things are keeping them from being together: the fact that Jake's a white boy, and the fact that he has a girlfriend. But what happens when this love triangle becomes a square, and feelings get hurt? Will Jake and Braelyn finally get together, or are the forces pulling them apart too strong?

Bad boy, good girl, cliche happily ever after ending right? Well, not with Melissa and Jionni. One boy is free to do whatever he wants, while the other is sheltered and has her every move watched by her parents. At Baton Rouge High School, "hood boy" Jionni and his friends aren't too fond of the only girl in school who has money, referring to her as a "silver spoon child." But after Jionni has a change of heart, he and the rich girl decides to keep it a secret that they hang out on a regular. After hanging out for some time, the two starts to find interests in things that they never bothered with before. Once their friends and family start to wonder why they're changing and acting out of character, they start to do their own secret investigation to find out what's REALLY happening with the two. It all goes down in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. ;)

Here we have Shay Dennis: the witty, emotional damaged, shy, good girl. Once her and her dis-attached mother moved to the city of Sacramento, California she stumbles upon Loriella High's one and only bad boy, Bryce Kelly. Everything about him screamed danger, from he's cold-like eyes to he's numerous tattoo across he's body. Nevertheless, that only fueled Shay's curiosity more. One night at a local street race, Shay least expects that night that Bryce and he's blue Lamborghini is only the beginning of her adventure. Who wants that perfect love story anyway?

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All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ She knows of me but she doesn't know me... I know a lot about her though. She doesn't know who I am, what I do, or how I do it, but truth be told neither do I. I just like the smile that lights up her face when she reads those notes that end the same every time....signed "Anonymously, Yours." ◆◆◆◆◆◆