"I love you Elise. I have, for a while now. Whenever I see you with him, I just get this feeling. And I spent a while trying to figure out what it was. And I've come to the conclusion that it's jealousy. And when I see you with him, I don't know why, but I have this urge to punch him. And I know that's not allowed with the school code but I just hate him so much when he's with you. My insides hurt. I need you Elise. I love you Elise. More than anything in this world. The love I have for you is uncontrollably, disgustingly, crazily, insane yet beautiful. I love you more than Prince Charming loves Cinderella. I need you more than I need air to breathe. Please Elise, I love you." Elise has had a really hard senior year so far. And who would think that the two people she cares most about would make it a million times harder? (sequel to My Ex is My Teacher. read that first!!) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I say to the person I bump into. He's rather tall and has a muscular body. "No, I'm sorry. Here let me get your books," a voice all to familiar says and reaches for my book on the ground. I look up at his face and freeze where I am. Maybe if I push my hair in front of my face, he won't notice it's me. "Elise?" Too late. •What happens when Elise and Luke see each other? Will they reconnect the love they once had for each other or leave it alone and fully move on? What happens when secrets are found out?• "Yeah, hi," I mutter.

"Hello class. I'm going to be your Math teacher for the year." No. It couldn't be. "My name is Mr. Hemmings." And it is. "Now first let me take attendance and then I'll explain what we're going to be learning this year," he told and then started listing names. "Veronica Albert." "Kyle Berton." "Chris Byon." "Jessica Crum." "Elise Davis." After he said my name he looked up. I couldn't trust my voice to say here so I just stupidly made eye contact with him. Oh shit. That was the worst decision of my life. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

catfish : someone who pretends to be someone they're not on the internet • all images/gifs are from tumblr, they are NOT mine unless i say so!!!! • you can check out some translations in my "catfish translations" reading list :-) • (highest rank: #1 in fanfiction) (@emcartwright took the picture I used as the cover so creds to her!) ❤️

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

❝There are some things I've always wanted to tell you, but never had the courage to.❞ short story #90 || fan-fiction #248 [4.20.14]

Rebecca has always had a rough time in life, she's in and out of therapy for years, but so has Michael Clifford, the Australian boy in the grade above her. When Michael all of a sudden begins to talk to Rebecca, she freaks out and is very confused, but her feelings towards the boy begin to change as they become closer. WARNING may involve triggering or upsetting content.

“You know I’m scared of storms,” he told her. “I know,” she whispered, completely oblivious that for him, she was the scariest storm of them all.

God, I hate him so much. He is the definition of asshole. "Ketchup and mustard?" My mother calls to us. "No mustard." we say in unison

Her mother expected the therapist to help her be happy again, not the therapist's son.