Mr. Corriere = teacher. Talen = crush. Let's try to separate the two.

Normally, Madison Chase wouldn't consider being asked to join a study group a big deal, but she quickly finds out this is no ordinary group. With one meeting, she's entangled in a web of misunderstandings and lies that lead to a series of petty crimes. The stickier her fingers become, the more guilt eats away till she cries foul and asks to be released. The only problem is once in the club, always in the club... As Madison tries to unravel the ties that bind her, she must contend with her police detective mother who's suspicious of her odd behavior, and the cute boy who's investigating the case for the school newspaper. Will Madison be able to walk away unscathed? Or will the strings of her actions trap her forever?

Stella Wayne is on her way to a bright future. With multiple awards under her belt and the most elite dance school in the country on her transcript, any college would be lucky to have her. With a full ride scholarship to Julliard already in her name, the only thing Stella has to do is survive her last year of high school- how hard can that be? Stella quickly finds out that it can be very hard. Especially when the new girls at the school begin to form a wedge between Stella and her boyfriend, Andrew. They were already having problems before these two beautiful girls entered the equation, but now, their days of romance and coupledome are about to come to an end. However, Stella won't go down without a fight. As Stella realizes that the cupcake phase in a relationship doesn't last forever, she also has to come face to face with her family issues and problems within herself. After all that's happened, Stella will just be grateful to make it out of senior year alive.

It’s cold and it’s dark by now. The day has gone so fast, going to all those places, meeting all those people and now I’m here. He’s led me here. It’s time now, after all I’ve done, it’s time to see him. And everything started with a post-it.

Who is James Talon Harrington the Fourth? His friends would say he's the pretty boy of the group. His coach would say he's a dedicated football player. His mother would say he's a loving son, and his father would say he's a younger version of him. However there's only one person who knows the truth. This is his story.

**TRIGGER WARNING: contains the sensitive topic of rape and its aftermath.* Just a broken girl in her broken world. When socialite party girl Mia Abbott-Renou wakes up in a garden she has little recall of the previous night -- except that she is naked...hurt...terrified. Not only has she been raped, but she knows one of her assailants: the son of a wealthy politician who happens to be her own father's political ally. Mia wants and needs justice. Except this privileged boy has an alibi and her father forbids her from going to the police. It's a critical election year, one that his party might lose if his image as a doting father is soured due to Mia being labeled a lush or worse, promiscuous. Devastated at not having the support of her family, Mia finds herself in a tug-of-war with her conscience over what to do, especially since she can't remember exactly what happened that night. Worse, the men who attacked her have hurt several other girls, and Mia may be the key to stopping them. Mia tries to forget, until the unthinkable happens, and she's left reeling once again, faced with a new challenge that will force her to take more control of her life.

“Brittany Conoway, you’re under arrest for the consumption of alcohol while under the age of twenty-one,” the burly cop, Sheriff Douglas pronounced. I scrutinized the field around me for my so-called friends. But the grass was only littered with trash, not a person or car in sight. I felt the despair build up at the thought of my friends bailing on me. Leaving me to deal with the cop alone, in this kind of state. The cold metal bit into my skin as handcuffs were clamped around my wrists. My eyes stung as I looked up through watery eyes at the sheriff. “It’s not fair,” I sobbed, “My parents are going to kill me.” I knew my words were coming out slurred, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to go to jail. I searched the sheriff’s face for any sign of sympathy, but all I found was disgust as he lead me to the cop car and the blinding, flashing lights. This emotion confused me. I had known this man for years, he had been the sheriff since I was born. This wasn’t the norm for me, doing something illegal, so he must have known something was up. Or maybe he just didn’t care. “Please Sheriff Douglas,” I begged, “You know me. Just let me call my parents and they can come pick me up. I can’t get arrested. It’ll ruin everything.” Sheriff Douglas only looked at me with repulsion, as if I were a filthy cockroach that had crawled onto his dinner plate. “You have the right to remain silent,” he began in a monotone voice. I felt the hopelessness in my chest, knowing he wouldn’t listen, “Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law...”

“I’m going to get straight to the point. I want you to make me fall in love with you.” Camila Jones is fearless. She’s also uncontrollably fierce and overly ambitious which tends to be a bad combination. When she unexpectedly fails an audition due to her inability to express love, she’s forced to reconsider something she swore she would never do when she was a kid – fall in love. But where is a seventeen year old supposed to find a guy to fall in love with? Turns out, it might be a lot simpler than she thought.

Forgetting changed her... Remembering might destroy her. When Chloe fell asleep in study hall, it was the middle of May. When she wakes up, snow is on the ground and she can't remember the last six months of her life. Before, she'd been a mediocre student. Now, she's on track for valedictorian and being recruited by Ivy League schools. Before, she never had a chance with super jock Blake. Now he's her boyfriend. Before, she and Maggie were inseparable. Now her best friend won't speak to her. What happened to her? Remembering the truth could be more dangerous than she knows...