Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

Precious memories are your first kiss, your first time, the first time you rode a rollercoaster, your first deep fried oreo. those are the kind of things you charish. not when some random guy shows up and thinks he can act like a dick and i'll forget about it just because he's tall and good looking." i spat in his face, having to catch my breath. "..You think i'm good looking?" "You gotta be kidding me. i'm out of here." i jumped off the tail gate. "Okay, okay. i'm sorry, just talk to me for a little. no harm in that right?" "I hope not." Read along with Vivian and her friends as they go through drama, pain, break ups and make ups, and all the things that makes us teenagers in this coming of age comedy love story.