Enjoy this story free until January 2nd Get ready to head back on the field! The Sidelined: QB and Me sequel is coming soon to Tubi. Started here but has taken over the world! Wattpad's First Published book to now a Movie. Watch Sidelined: The QB and Me based on The QB Bad Boy and Me for free only on Tubi. Prepare to catch feelings for your favorite QB Bad Boy story in any format you like. ---- Dallas Bryan is focused on her future, but whenever she's around Drayton Lahey, the bad boy quarterback, her mind keeps falling back to the present. ***** Dallas Bryan is a no-nonsense cheerleader with her sights set on a dance scholarship to CalArts. Drayton Lahey is the bad boy quarterback from football royalty who's completely wrong for her; at least, that's what she tells herself. Sparks fly in all directions when Dallas and Dray are around each other, but the longer she tells herself she doesn't need him, the quicker she realizes it might be time to forget about what she needs-and go after what she wants. Now a published book available in local bookstores, Amazon, Target, Book Depository and more.

Hailey always thought she had a pretty ordinary life. The only thing that could be called unusual in her life was that her mother had disappeared into thin air not long after Hailey's birth. Soon, though, her mother is not the most important thing on the young girl's mind as she discovers a hidden side of herself and meets a strange winged boy who pulls her into a magical world she could never in her wildest dreams have imagined. Follow Hailey in her adventure as she learns more about her true heritage and discovers things she never would have believed before. (COMPLETED) Featured in Wattpad's magazine, Wattzymag. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2013 and 2014

Everyone thinks they know me. They see my actions, not my motivations. I am pretty sure all my fans don't know crap about me: my biological parents, my mental stability, my fear, and my dream. They only see my clothes and see "how better am I off than them". Better. Richer. Prettier. Beauty. That's all they see. I am afraid, just like the rest of them. I feel pain, just like the rest of them. I have been traumatized, just like the rest of them. I dream and feel the pain of longing, just like the rest of them. Money and fame and power doesn't change that. Neither does being a model. I want to sing, not be sold off for my body like some whore. A camera whore. That's what models are. I don't want to dance around some camera and green screen, changing and acting every time the camera flashes. I don't want to be just walking on the red carpet for being pretty. I want to pour my despair, my fear, and my agony onto words to reach out to every one around me, showing them that I hurt, I cry, I break like every one else. I don't want to be a mere mannequin. I want to express, dance, love, hate, not be a model. But— there's no such thing as "I want" in the entertainment. There is only my boss wants and my fans want. So, until I breach out from the chains of my blood, then I will hide my true self behind fabrics and smile that fake smile I'm known for in front of the camera... Just like I always do.