•With love, there are no labels•

Brooke is the head cheerleader and the most popular girl in her school, with her best friend Courtney and Cheerleader posse. No one can bring her down. But what happens when she falls in love with the mysterious emo, Slayter? Will she sacrifice her friends for him or will they get rid of her before she gets the chance to decide? Confused and hurt, love struck Brooke chases the boy whose life she made hell. Finding herself and the real friends in her life, follow Brooke as she unveils the story behind the suicidal emo she’s so awed by. Did I mention he hated her?....

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.

Always there is a easy and hard. A better and a worse. Running is easy. Running from the person you work for ? Without a doubt hard. I guess I'll just have to say the truth. Even if I have to say it to myself. I love you boss-even if you don't . I understand why. I hurt you for the better. The worse? You hate me. But I should have know that was the least of our problems.

"I’ve had many things stolen from me. Money, keys, credit cards, even my own heart, but none of that mattered more than stealing lies. People relied on the truth, but telling the truth to the wrong person at the wrong time results in nothing but agony. Take it from me; you’re always better off with a pocket full of lies. The day after I saw a kid getting slaughtered when a bus hijacked by teen hooligans drove through him, Alison had leaned in and whispered with a breathy laugh, “No plastic surgery could cover that.” I had smiled." The A team has never played it nice. From the messages to the Liars and the torturous events of Alison's death it has always been Live or Die. Kill or Be Killed. There is you, there is me and then there is Alice Fiend. Only I wish it was that simple. It takes half a heart to pull the trigger once and none to go all the way. It takes two seconds for hate, but one for murder. So what happens when Alice Fiend decides to give A a spoon full of her own medicine? How well does Alice know the game? When you have it you have it and Alice always does. Unless, of course, her former lover seems to take interest in her every move. Gabriel Holbrook, you better stay away. There is a new bitch in town, here to ruin everyone in her way. B is for Beautiful, B is for Boy, B Is For How She Ended Up As A Toy. B is for Bitter, B is for Believe Me, B Is For How She Begged and Plead. B is for Better, B is for Bitch, B is for how Alison ended up in a Ditch. B is for The B Team. Form the B Team, Alice. But can you win? BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPew-BECC8c *CONTAINS: ROMANCE, ACTION, ADVENTURE AND REVENGE* Disclaimer: Contains subtle course language, abuse references and a whole lot of attractive humans of the male gender.