❝Darling, you're a fool to think he feels the same way. ❞ ❆ In which a girl is dared to date a random guy for a month. And then dump him. [extended summary inside] 1 in chicklit 24/5/2016 cover by @devoursheabooks

[boyxboy] [#143 in teen fiction] [completed] *TW: Trauma, death, drugs, bullying, attempted suicide* His parents are drug addicts and alcoholics. His brother is in a gang. His sister doesn't talk much. He plays baseball and knows how to stand up for himself. What's one more thing added to the list going to do? A lot. Orion is gay, and that one little uncontrollable identity pushes him over the edge, when it should set him free. Cover thanks to @-normality Completed 12/16/2016 @ 4:49 PM EST

Meet Kitty Proud, a wallflower who prefers to blend into her background. Ever since her mom died, she had receded into a shell, emotionally blocking herself from everyone. Meet Wesley Bane, who doesn't seem to understand 'walls'. He is cocky, arrogant and finds great pleasure in getting on Kitty's nerves. But sometimes when someone has walls as thick as Kitty's there needs to be a conceited jerk to shake her world and make her live again. - "I like a bit of danger," Wes whispered, his grey eyes shining. "Yeah?" I said in a flat tone. "Then you have nothing to do with me." "It's the quiet girls that are the kinky ones," he winked. I blanched, but tried to keep my cool, "And it's guys like you who're man-whores." He opened his mouth to say something but I quickly cut him off, "Well, if you don't mind, could you kindly remove your hand?" I looked pointedly at his hand. His eyes had a certain glint to them as he winked at me before he squeezed his hand. The cap sprang off, hitting my face as coffee spilled over my hands. I shrieked as the hot coffee scalded my hand, effectively causing me to drop the cup. I was glad to see that I dropped it on Wes' shoes though, causing it to satisfyingly splatter onto his jeans. "What the hell?" he shrieked, jumping back. "Don't 'what the hell' me!" I shouted at him. "What is your problem, Bane?!" "Well, you see, there's coffee on my shoes now," he frowned. "They were expensive too, you know." I huffed in irritation, fuming, "If only money could buy decency."

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]