WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. THIS BOOK IS CONFUSING IN THE BEGINNING BUT IT GRADUALLY GETS BETTER. I WARNED YOU. ~ "We're going to be your teachers." Macy said. "For what?" I asked. "To be popular bad asses," Simone said. "No more good girl for you." ~ Naomi Hensley, she was the girl nobody noticed and assumed she was the good girl. Jake Monroe, Mr. Perfect, every boy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to date him. It's their senior year and Naomi never expected to be invited into the clique everyone died to be in. As the year goes on, secrets are spilled and the past resurfaces. ~ WARNING This book does contain strong language Trigger warning: Abuse and Self-Harm It may also cause you to get mad and want to throw your phone, so try and avoid that. •1M reads on October 09, 2015 •6M reads on July 04, 2016 •Highest Rank was #2 in Teen Fiction •7M reads on July 25th, 2017

"Be my girlfriend, Bella" He hissed again. ~~ One Friday night party. One popular boy and one ordinary girl. A random kiss, and a sudden proposition. One forced relationship and many strong friendships. A hidden past and a secret in the present. Break up , Patch up going on in a loop and a hell of a roller coaster ride for the two... © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Cover by @MarieDani.. Love you :* <3 #14 in ChickLit & #12 in Teen Fiction (Highest yet)

(First book of the series - cos people keep on missing my sequel announcement 😭) Cassandra Johnson is Pixie. Pixie is Cassandra Johnson. She's the same girl who's leading two extremely different lives. Nobody would suspect the school's nerd as Pixie. 'Cause Pixie's a street fighter badass and the nerd does not have a single badass bone in her body. The chances of people discovering this peculiar secret is close to none but of course this is where fate inserts the certified new boy into the equation and makes an exception for him. Warning: heavy flow of profanities ahead. - and tears - or so I've heard.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.