Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!

"We should've left her alone," she said. "You don't think I know that? How the hell was I supposed to know she'd be different?" I snapped. "She's a ticking bomb, and if we don't do something soon..." "No, she's a necessity. If we're ever going to take down that disgusting lab then we need her on our side. If she ever leaves this organization and joins a third party, our best squadron will follow in her steps." "She doesn't even know a fraction of what she can do yet. We've got to find out the extent of her power. She has to learn how to control it." "I'm putting you in charge of that. You're someone she trusts. Keep it that way." I stood up and walked out of the room. It's going to be one hell of a night.