"'Caution. Hotness at work. May spontaneously combust.' I read Ross' neon shirt with something akin to disgust, brushing back my hair and shooting him a glare. 'Really? Really, Ross? I hope you realize that no one's going to find you attractive when you're picking up trash from the ground with a stick.'" When Ross Alderman literally blows up Jenn's AP Chemistry class, the two of them find themselves stuck with thirty hours of community service. Now if only Jenn can last that long picking up trash with him without combusting from anger, no chemistry humor intended. (current cover by @Razeeta)

[RANDOM UPDATES] Dear Boy, When we're together, words scream at me, begging to be written. You really encourage my writing. Little do you know, you also inspire a lot of it. This is an open invitation into my mind, where you've already made yourself a home. Yours truly, Girl [© 2014-2015, ALEXANDRA JOY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]

"Just stop," his voice commanded. "Stop what?" "Stop running." According to Harvard University, the Oxford Edition dictionary, the meaning of abhorrence, a word I didn't even know how to spell was "A feeling of revulsion; disgusted loathing" and their example suited me oh so perfectly - the thought of marrying him filled her with abhorrence It was a perfect match because standing opposite him, there was nothing but distaste in the idea of marrying him, oh Harvard, you understand me.

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.