"And you say he said he loved you? " ' " Yes. " ' " ...and you believed him?" I freeze and let a small chuckles fall from my lips. " Yeah, I do. I do believe him. I love him. " " He used you. Don't let him control you-" " I AM NOT A VICTIM- when I was you weren't there for me so don't try to be now.."

They were sitting on the bleachers a comfortable distance apart. It was a cold November day and she was wondering why they were outside. "Why are we out here again Charlie?" She asked shivering. She scooted closer to him in search for heat. He glanced at her taking off his blue coat wrapping it around her as he rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. He made sure to slowly bring his hands down to her forearms then her hands. They were both looking into each other's eyes as he continued rubbing her hands, her palms, and her fingers. She looked away as she felt the familiar butterflies again, and the warmness in her cheeks. "You like me," he whispered bringing his hand up to her cheek caressing it gently. "What? No, why would you think that?" His cheeks were rosy and his nose was red, "you like me, admit it." "Charlie stop, your a senior and-" she said shaking her head. "And your holding my hand back Lesley," she couldn't help but stare at his full pink lips. "Charlie stop-" she pleaded weakly. He gently brought her face closer to his as moved his lips softly against hers. All she could think about was how soft his lips were and how good everything felt. Lesley placed her hand on his waist as they both enjoyed the warmth of each others mouths. As they pulled away, her eyes fluttered open to meet his pretty green eyes and rosy cheeks. "You like me..."

Raven Bordeaux never liked dealing with people. She liked being encased in her drama free bubble with her few close-knit friends. Though that changed when Clayton Sorenson, the epitome of popular jocks, decided that she was going to help him with his French. The world isn't as crystal clear as we would hope. There are entire worlds hidden behind walls.

"I've come to discuss your side of the deal we made earlier." He sat on the bench, his towel wrapped tightly around his waist. "Okay, what you got for me?" Here goes. If I didn't get it out now, I never will. "I want you to teach me how to be sexy." Allison (Ally) is tired of being overlooked by the opposite sex. Every guy she knows goes for the overly sexy girl who wears revealing clothes, and tons of makeup, and is ready to drop it low at a moment's notice. So where did that leave girls like her with standards? Lonely and frustrated. But not anymore. Ally is prepared to do something drastic to increase her chances of snagging the man of her dreams, Brandon. The sexy jock has been on her radar since the moment she met him. And when a golden opportunity presents itself for her to try something crazy, she decides to throw caution to the wind. Drew, Brandon's best friend, needs her help for the millionth time and Ally decides it's time to stop doing his work for free, he has to earn it, but is he willing to pay the price she asks and help her with her plan to snag Brandon? Or does Drew have something more devious in mind like snagging her for himself?

In which a dumb boy replied to my YouTube comment. Suga. ~COMPLETED~ ~REVISING~

* THIS WAS INSPIRED BY SAVING EVEREST* *plus the author approves* Forrest Cherrywood. Ironic right? The popular jock of the soccer team. The party animal. The boyfriend of the head cheerleader. One of the hottest guys at Venice Beach High. His reputation tumbles down when his attempt of suicide spread like wild fire in school. Things start to change, and not in a good way. Until he meets Averi. She may be an outcast but she's one hell of a girl. The positivity he needs to be happy. Truly happy. Could she pull his heart strings? If so, there'll be a bunch of drama.

Sebastián Morello. Chase Miller. Two different people from different worlds. One has a story that can change everything. One just lives an average life. Flirting and saying sweet nothings in a different language can change these two. The sexual tension is outrageous. But can the baggage be too much? Too heavy? Or too dangerous?

Highest rank: 265 28/1/17 ______ When Jeremy walked into his new school, his eyes and Casey never left each other. But the thing is, they keep telling themselves that it wasn't meant to be. *********** "Lets see about that!" I stomped away, with hatred about to play out. I can't believe I liked him. He's so full of himself that he can't possibly see what's right there. If this is who he really was, then I can't be apart of that. I won't be. ********** Completed First story Completely edit

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(Previously titled Love Type Ting) *THIS IS NOT THUG LIFE STORIES YOU READ. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT. ENJOY THOUGH!!* *CAUTION, THERE WILL BE LOTS OF SWEARING AND MAY CONTAIN THE N WORD EVERY NOW AND THEN* Zaria Henderson is someone who is chill and just goes with flow of things. She's artistic and open minded. She's a beautiful black young lady just going with the flow at Wellington High School. But this one guy, can change her idea of how the rest of the boys at Wellington can be at times. Cocky, childish and assholes. Someone who matches her fly. Who she can really be herself with. Can this be something real, even when secrets are told, they'll still be there for one another?