After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.

It started out as a game. She's everything a girl wants to be. He's everything a girl wants. As head cheerleader and quarterback, Kody Taylor and Austin Collins would normally be expected to be together with them being the schools Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Lucky for all the single boys and girls in their school, it'll never happen. They hate each other and they aren't afraid to show it. Not like it'll ruin their reputations anyway. If anything, it makes it better beacause people seem to enjoy the show. Will things change when they have to work together to keep their positions as head cheerleader and football captain? All their lives, everything between them has been just a competition. A challenge. A game. But what happens when it isn't just a game anymore?

| SAMPLE ONLY; READ IT NOW ON GALATEA | ❝He's the boy she left behind. She's the girl he let go.❞ ➵ Before she became one of music's biggest up-and-coming artists, Evelyn "Evie" Chase was a nobody at the bottom of the Roosevelt High School food chain with only a handful of friends. Her best friend (and longtime crush)--popular jock, Adam Fields--was her polar opposite, but despite their differences, their bond was as strong as they come. That is, until one day-- one mistake--changed the course of their friendship forever, and the once inseparable duo never spoke again. Fast forward three years, and everything's changed. Evie has the world at her feet, now out in L.A. living her dream as a seventeen-year-old popstar-- leaving the town, the boy who broke her heart, and those who'd made high school unbearable behind. Meanwhile, Adam--at Roosevelt finishing off senior year and still the school (and town's) beloved "golden boy"--is trying his hardest to let go of the past and the girl he let get away. And it's going well, the two of them living their separate lives. Until Evie's back. Suddenly, seventeen and senior year just got a lot more interesting.

Before he can say anything else I jump up from the ground and start to sprint. I run successfully for a half a second when a hand grips my waist. Everything happens so fast and the next thing I know I am thrown over his shoulder Shrek style. I respond with a shriek. "What are you doing?!" I scream angrily. He responds calmly, "I gave you a choice." I punch his shoulders, "I hate you! I can't believe I ever thought you were attractive! You are psycho!" *** Even though she is surrounded she had always felt inexplicably lonely. She had always craved something, but she didn't know what it was. Slate was the same way. But he never believed that some girl could fill whatever hole was empty. Especially not a mortal girl. It never crossed his mind that it would be this girl that would mess everything up for him either. This isn't your stereotypical paranormal.

Jessie looks at me, haunted. For what seems like an eternity. I notice he is closer than before, our noses almost touching, his hand holding my neck. He leans in a little more. I subconsciously do the same. His breath is warm against my face, minty. He smells good, inviting, like a predator, drawing in their prey. I close my eyes without thinking about it and tilt my head. When his hand leaves my neck, I get taken out of the haze and open my eyes. He smirks and leans back. My breathing is shallow, but somehow, after composing myself I say, "that was anticlimactic." He raises his eyebrow, "I can do it again if you want." "What? Invade my personal space and force me to share oxygen with you?" Nice one Lizzy. "Get you all excited that I'm about to kiss you to prove you want me," he corrects me. It takes me a second to think of what to say next, "news flash Jessie, not everyone wants to kiss you." "I know... Mostly just you," he answers. "Give me a break, I wouldn't kiss you if it were that, or walk barefoot through hell." "I don't think you'd be that upset about it," he says stepping closer to me again. ***** "We aren't anything but friends," is what I told everyone. But it wasn't true. Not for me anyways. There was so much emotion building up in me every single day, whether it was hate, irritation or affection, it was stronger than anything else I had ever experienced. But what else can you expect when your day is crammed with Jessie Overstreet. Expect updates 1-2 a week!