She likes being alone while he loves being the center of attention. She'd rather stay at home, reading books while he'd be in the crowd, playing for his band. No one cares about her existence while he is every girl's dream guy. Two opposite people bound to meet each other. One's a smart quiet student, the other's a heartthrob. Will fate keep them together or are they destined to be just each other's memory? ---------------------- Mikaela Maghirang is known to be the campus nerd for years. She's sweet and cheerful at home but definitely a shy girl at school. She always studies hard for her future until one day, she had to teach Gino Dela Rosa, her happy-go-lucky classmate who doesn't care at all about his failing grades. Can Mikay handle a guy who's too unconcerned about everything that matters to her? What would happen if she becomes his Tutor? ♥ *** - Published under Viva Psicom. - TV Movie Adaptation in Wattpad Presents TV5. Taglish. Completed.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Highest ranking: #1 in teen fiction. I though I knew Archer McCarty. The controlling, stubborn bad boy who always try and get his way, the bully who made my childhood days waste away. The guy who grew up to be hot as hell. That was why I agree to play the game, for revenge. I wasn't prepared to see a whole different side of him. He is overwhelming and possessive. He goes all caveman when another guy so much as breathe in my direction. He let me break his defense. The tables are turned and I see everything in his view. It seems to make more sense. I wasn't expecting to fall for him by unraveling him but it was easy. I don't know how to tell him that all of these started with that game. Do I even want to? [WARNING: PG-13 Some scenes may be inappropriate for younger crowds. If you are not a fan of over the top possessive hero. This is not the book for you]