''How could I let this happen,'' you screamed and punched the wall hard. You shrunk down to the ground again and whispered ''Because you thought he was different. You thought he had a heart.''

*The other version is still up* 3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

Hi my names jazmine. You dont know me because i died 200 years ago. I hung myself from the willow tree in my back yard. Yes i know it was stupid but i had good reasons that you will soon discover. I regret it everyday. When i killed mysel it set off a chain reaction. But now that im dead i can save people from ending up like me. Im kind of like a gaurdian angel for the missfits everyone else doesnt want to help. When i was alive my life was horrible. I hated everything about myself and my life. When you read this i want you to think about all the other people like me that you never really cared about. I bet you ive helped some of them...

The follow up to Just My Type. Olivia and Thomas are together and happy. Her aunt invited them to her beach house for the summer, And everything seems to finally be going right. That is until her aunt drops a huge bomb her that summer that changes Olivia's life forever. What started out as a fun and carefree summer with absolutely no regrets, soon turns into something much more complicated and Olivia can't rest without getting some answers. With Thomas by her side, they explore the new things they've learned and start digging up the past. But isn't the past exactly that? And shouldn't it stay there? (A/N: It is not necessary to read Just My Type to understand this book, but it would help.)