[VERSION WITH EXTRA CHAPTERS OUT ON AMAZON!!!] [This Wattpad Version is the Unedited first draft.] Having a crush on someone isn't easy, especially when they're popular and you're not. But having a crush on the school's bad boy who's ranked highest on the food chain while you're the nerd in the bottom of the food chain is a hundred times harder. Meet 'Rosaline Arlene Winnefred' who's also known as the school's 'nerd'. She's that girl who has no more than two friends, gets picked on by pretty much everyone, and locks herself up in her bedroom on a Saturday night reading cheesy romance novels. Not to mention she believes in fairytales and has a hopeless crush on the school's bad boy. You get the picture? 'Axel Storm Spencer' is the complete opposite of her. He's got that bad boy image that girls love so much. He's tough, violent and feared by pretty much everyone. In a turn of events, the two get thrown into different messes together. Everything from wild parties, Halloween dances, to discipline referrals and revenge. Her crush might not be so hopeless after all... "After all, it was just a crush on Mr. Bad Boy." [X] This book is UNEDITED, yes, some parts of the book might be confusing, yes, there are grammatical errors. I've been getting A LOT of messages and comments about them so PLEASE don't complain about errors, plot holes, or anything you may not view 'politically correct'. [X] AMAZON RELEASE DATE: OCTOBER 24TH 2017 Fully EDITED with EXTRA CHAPTERS! Thank you! Copyright © 2012 Lilly Purdon. All Rights Reserved. [x] Play this game on EPISODE!

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx