"Then you shouldn't have a problem with having someone tutor you." There's just a teensy, weensy thing I forgot to mention... I do have a problem with that. I don't need one and I sure as hell don't want one. To top that all off, she's annoying and she hates my guts, but that's partially because I almost hit her with a car. Almost. But the thing is, she's... beautiful. Well, I guess I have something to keep me entertained while I'm being tortured in these tutoring sessions. The summary sucks but, give a try anyways?

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Alexis Wyndham is the other type of Queen B-the Queen Bitch. After years of being the subject of ridicule, she revels in her ability to make the in-crowd cower via the exposés on her blog, The Eastline Spy. Now that she's carved out her place in the high school hierarchy, she uses her position to help the unpopular kids walking the hallways. Saving a freshman from bullies? Check. Swapping insults with the head cheerleader? Check. Falling for the star quarterback? So not a part of her plan. But when Brett offers to help her solve the mystery of who's posting X-rated videos from the girls' locker room, she'll have to swallow her pride and learn to see past the high school stereotypes she's never questioned-until now.

((Currently, I am rewriting this story to fit my current writing style, given this was written when I was in high school and I am in college now. There are a lot of changes, but I am leaving the original because I still like looking back on it. You can find the new & improved rewrite here: https://www.wattpad.com/433738666-an-opera-ghost-a-phantom-of-the-opera-fanfiction )) Florence was supposed to be the first child to Raoul and Christine de Chagny. Sadly, that wasn't the case. From the moment her parents saw her black eyes they knew Raoul was in no way the father. They knew it was the Phantom who had given Christine the child to make them suffer. Raoul, unable to keep this ghost of his past, takes Florence to the Opera Populaire knowing the Phantom still was lurking there as they tried to restore the place.The Phantom was in fact still there and he gladly took his daughter, hoping to raise her to be one of the opera's greatest singers. And as she grew, it was obvious his plans would succeed. But when Florence begins to fall for one of her patrons, will the Phantom allow her to love? *Just so you know, this is not just about the Phantom's daughter, but also about the Phantom himself, the Giry's, and the de Chagny's*

After a tragic accident Christine Daae has come back to the opera house to be reunited with the man she had longed wanted for 4 years The phantom :-)

These are all of the lyrics to songs in the Phantom of the Opera. I have collected and documented different versions of the songs from different productions and individual performances, and if you know any more, please tell me, I will give you credit. Another thing, some of versions come from the Sydmonton Production (Preview of the Act I in 1985) in which Christine's name is Kristin. There are some videos that have lyrics, but the audio is bad, and I can't get a good reading. If you are good at deciphering bad audio please let me know. Enjoy! P.S. I'd love to do all the other songs (Notes, Prima Donna, Notes II, etc.) but everyone is singing so fast that I can't figure out the different versions. Another thing, sometimes the verses get all smashed together with no spaces in between. I didn't design it that way, it just happens sometimes. Warning: Not all may be completely accurate.

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.