col·lide /kəˈlīd/ verb past tense: collided; past participle: collided come into conflict or opposition. "in his work, politics and metaphysics collide" Similar: conflict , be in conflict Opposite: coalesce

"Why did you do it Eli?!", I growl with tears falling down my cheeks. Eli just stares at me with no emotion and then looks down to the ground. "Fucking answer me!", I hiss my hands flying everywhere. "It's in my nature I'm a bad boy", Eli grits his teeth. "How can you not think of me?! Your going to leave me alone " Eli murdered someone, he can be facing years or even life in prison! Just thinking about this situation makes me sick to my stomach I stood there shocked by his reaction. "It's over Gia!", Eli scowls with no emotion. "W-what?!", I scoff. "I said it's fucking over what part don't you understand?!", Eli shouts anger in his eyes. "Why? I don't understand!", I tremble. "I don't love you anymore!", He snaps. "You said you'll always love me forever? How can you just lose love for me so easily?!", I yell tears bursting out of my eyes. "I lied, I don't fucking love you anymore now get the fuck out of my life!", He shouts his hands flying all over the place. My legs suddenly give out on me causing me to drop to the ground from how bad I was shaking. I'm now on my knees hugging myself as I sob so loud. "FUCK YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU! I GAVE YOU ALL OF ME, MY VIRGINITY, I BELIEVED YOUR PROMISES, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I TRUSTED YOU! I-I HOPE YOU ROT IN JAIL!", I clench my fists as I stand up turning my heel around storming out of the visitation room. The door slams shut as I look down the hallway. Turning around back to stare at the door behind me. The thought of Eli not being mine anymore kills me. All of the promises, plans, and us growing old together went down the toilet. I lift my hand up placing it on the steel cold door as I squeeze my eyes shut causing one last tear to slide down my cheek. "Goodbye my love" DO NOT COPY/REPRODUCE OR USE ANY OF THE TEXT IN THIS STORY! I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF NECESSARY! Book Cover by Giavannih

[Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction] Luna Prescott is a young special agent and Ace Crawford is the President's son. On one eventful day, she gets given the undercover mission to protect the Ace from the 'danger' in Westside High. Will her physical and mental abilities be enough to keep him safe, let alone survive the torture they call high school? *** We carried on walking through the amusement park until he pointed to a game, where you had to shoot down targets to win. "I bet I will beat you in that." He grabbed my hand and lead me to it. Little does he know. "What do I get when I win?" I laughed. "When? Pshhhh, I will get you a new motorcycle." I keep on forgetting how rich he is. "That means I don't need to catch rides with you anymore," I grin, "Game on, loser." He grabbed his water gun and shot at the cardboard targets and got down 15 out of 20 in the time he had. "Your turn, cupcake" Ace handed me the water gun. "Watch and learn, pretty boy." I grabbed the gun and aimed at the targets. After my two minute go, I shot down 20 out of 20. I turned to him with a smug expression and his mouth hung open. *** Luna Prescott is a 17 year old spy who has been working with the Agency for her whole life. Ever since her parents, former spies, had been found 'off the grid' on a mission when she was only 5, the agency took her and her brother in. She has ,since then, been training and going out to missions until her 17th birthday when she finds out what her most important mission of her life is. Ace Crawford, a 17 year old typical bad boy and he is the president's son. This brings him threats from people who hate his father and dangers that he needs help protecting himself from. [Started - 2/4/18] [Finished - 18/ 9/ 19] *** #51 Teen Fiction - 26/4/18 #45 Teen Fiction - 28/4/18 #42 Teen Fiction - 4/5/18 #37 Teen Fiction - 6/5/18 #5 Teen Fiction - 9/5/18 #3 Teen Fiction - 11/5/18 #1 Teen Fiction - 17/12/19 cover credits: @mara_cleia