In which brooding, glare-filled, anti-social, usually seen with a bruised eye, Joshua Flynn, was mistaken by the whole school as a bad boy. Until the new girl, Olivia Swift, asked if he really is a bad boy. Which he replied with, "Seriously, I'm not a bad boy." Thus, Olivia made it her mission to change people's perspective of Joshua. Even though she herself has a reputation of her own to deal with. [cover by the amazing ArtiePants] [disclaimer: there will be a lot of grammar errors, spelling errors, plot holes, and stuffs that don't make sense. you have been warned] #70 Humor [30.4.15]

I found myself staring at the plain white ceiling again. My thoughts overtaking me with worry, anger, and sadness. Worry, for the thought of not being able to unlock the lock that chains me to the most, egoistical boy, I've ever met. Anger, for the person who does have the key, and doesn't want to be found. And sadness, for being all alone again once we do find the key, that would unlock me to loneliness. -- "The only guy who deserves her, is the one who thinks he doesn't." ©2015 by Slave2gravity. All rights reserved.

Alexa Grey. Brandon Flemming. Sebastian O'Connor. Girl. Boxer. Fighter. --- excerpt --- A boy around my age was getting mercilessly beaten by someone with their back to me. I recoiled in horror at the sight of blood everywhere and the cracking of his ribs as punch after punch knocked through him. The boy must have noticed that I was there as he lifted his head, looking at me with a desperate plea for help. Then his attacker turned around and my eyes nervously met Sebastian's. Within milliseconds, anger overtook me and I stormed over. "Leave." Sebastian growled, barely even glancing at me as he pushed me straight into a brick wall. "Stop hitting him," I gasped, trying to get my breath back as I moved away from the wall. "Get out of here." There was nothing but stone cold harshness in Sebastian's voice as he ordered me once again to leave. "No." My breath had been regained and I was standing taller now, my confidence for some reason soaring. "I said," He spat out the words, turning away from the boy and towards me, "to get out of here." "Make me." I didn't even blink as I locked eyes with him, daring him to lay another finger on me. "Fine." Sebastian slammed me back against the wall, grabbing my bandaged wrist and twisting it. There was nothing I could do to hold back the small scream that escaped my lips as he applied more and more pressure. Yet I made no attempt to move away. "Don't touch him." I managed to say, desperately trying to keep my voice as smooth as possible. "I don't have to listen to you," He scoffed. "You don't. But you should." "Oh, and why should I?" Sebastian had visibly calmed down now, it was obvious. Even the tight grip on my wrist had loosened completely. "Because you're better than that." I replied softly, moving myself away from the wall and glancing down at the semi-conscious boy. "You over-estimate me then." With that, Sebastian dropped back and walked off without a single look behind him.

"If my lip wasn't a wreck. I would kiss you so intensely right now that our lips burnt and I wouldn't stop until your lips awoken in realization that my lips was the only lips you ever wanted to kiss for as long as time." He had said those words easily with confidence as a cheeky smirk refused to wipe from his face. His words had made my heart beat faster. I had never imagined what it would be like to kiss Stephan, but I was beginning to. Warning!! Do not read, side effects may cause weeping, shipping, anger outbursts, heart melting moments, you might feel the urge to wanna fight someone, and of course the biggest side effect of them all..love/hate feels for Stephan Ross Duke. PLEASE NOTE. THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT SO IT WILL CONTAIN GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SO FORTH AND SO ON ETC. *LANGUAGE* *STEPHAN & PAISLEY'S POINT OF VIEW* Completed July 16Th 2015

They reminded me of Peter Pan's Lost Boys, wild and rebellious, but all grown up in a way that could only be described in one word: sexy.

"Ignore their stares, they do nothing but remind you that you are alive." When Alexandra Knight was offered a rare scholarship to attend the most prestigious boarding school in Europe, she didn't have to think twice before accepting it. It doesn't take long for her schoolmates to notice that she is different from them, and Alexandra quickly becomes the centre of attention when she runs, quite literally, into the most popular boy in school- just not in a good way. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • THE ROYALS SERIES, pt.1 Copyrighted.

The brooding and mysterious Cameron St. Laurent isn't intimidated by the feisty woman at his doorstep. And when she asks him for the impossible, Cameron knows just how to sweeten the deal. ***** Spitfire in Love is a published book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Published Edition and Original Edition upon purchase. When Cameron's prized motorbike got side-swiped, he had no clue that repayment would come in the form of an irresistible spitfire and struggling university student named Kara. But she's determined to pay back the debt, and Cameron can't let the deal slip through his fingers. He needs to pursue her; the two of them together are combustible, their chemistry an undeniable ticking time bomb. But Kara is used to being alone, forced to grow up fast to protect herself and her brother. Having built up walls, she has a hard time trusting Cameron, who has deep wounds of his own. And when his dark past comes knocking, he realizes that he'll have not only slay his demons, but lay himself on the line, to win Kara over, body and soul. Book 1 in the In Love Series

What would you do if you were a famous person trying to run from the fame? More importantly, what would you do if you were the taxi driver who was driving this drama infested, selfish, and arrogant person? Well, there's a little something I like to say; Try your hardest to not swerve off the road, hurl yourself out the window, and run.

"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.