"Do you realize what you have done?" Chloe spat at me. "I didn't do anything!" I growl through clenched teeth. "You are the worst step brother in the history of step siblings, Ethan!" She screams at me and something breaks inside me, she looks hot when she's angry. I push her against the wall and clench her wrists in my hands. I waste no time pressing my lips against hers. Oh my god. I just kissed my step sister.

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

Her name is Jessica. No doubt her beauty's a pain in my ass because I never can seem to get her out of my head. It's not a crush though. Guys like me don't have crushes. We have flings. So why is it I remember her name? I never remember girls names. I definitley can't let my friends found out or they'll give me hell for having a crush on the good girl. Wait, crush? No, I don't have a crush. I'm just Flirting With The Good Girl.