"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

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Emma: shy, traumatized, and an ex-wild child. Duke: violent, abusive, and out for revenge. Ryder: sarcastic, sexy, and champion MMA fighter. Emma is determined to slide through freshmen year at college as if she were invisible; no drama, no risks, and especially NO BOYS. Nothing that could risk the quiet life she's gotten so good at living. Enter Ryder, an attractive and mysterious MMA fighter clad in tattoos and a fellow student at Emma's college. He has a notorious reputation for skipping classes, not to mention the fights he's constantly getting into and the trail of broken hearts he leaves wherever he goes. But there's something about him, something feral, that Emma finds fascinating. So when Emma's past rises up for another round, will Ryder be able to protect her or will he fall prey to his own past that may be even more dangerous than Emma could possibly have imagined? In a world filled with danger and suspense, only time will tell if love will triumph when it comes to two individuals who aren't perfect...until they're together. - © 2013 (PG-13) *Available for purchase on amazon.com with EPILOGUE included!!!

Blake loved Carter. Blake was in a gang, Carter's brother was the leader. Rules were; no gang member dates the sister. The sister was off limits. If you so much as laid a hand on her without permission, you would loose your part in the gang AND your balls. But Blake was willing to put that on the line for Carter. But poor, naive Carter didn't realize that Blake was actually the best thing for her.

Angel Faye Matthews A girl who's happy with her family, boyfriend, and bestfriend. A simple teenager but had a rough love life in the past because of a boy whom she loved for ten years and left her four years ago. First day of senior year was a shock. Why? He's back. The boy who she loved is back. He's the Bad Boy and now, he is not planning to let her go. The possessive bad boy is claiming her as his. What would Angel do if the bad boy blackmails her? Will she disagree and ignores his existence forever or will she do it because she still love him? This Possessve Bad Boy

** #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.