"best friend? you're not my fucking best friend. if you were my best friend you'd know that i've liked him for a while now!" i snap back. "i liked him first but i never told you because i knew you'd go after him but look. i didn't even have to tell you...you did it anyways!" WARNING: CURRENTLY EDITING!!! ✧˖°. most impressive rankings starting 2/7/21 ✧˖°. ✧ #1 in lust→ 2/7/21 ✧ #1 in teens→ 3/2/21 ✧ #2 in boyfriend→ 4/11/21 ✧ #1 in completed→ 4/25/21 ✧ #2 in boyfriend→ 11/18/21 ✧ #3 in boyfriend→ 3/6/22 ✧ #3 in forbidden→ 6/12/22 ✧ #5 in bestfriends→ 8/20/22 ✧ #7 in teens→ 8/27/23 ✧ #6 in teenromance→ 9/6/23 ✧ #1 in teenromance→ 10/10/23 ✧˖°. i've rewritten this book so many times but i was like 13 when i first wrote it so warningggg: teenage plot ✧˖°.

When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 **WARNING: I WROTE THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ONLY REVISED FOR READABILITY.** [Originally written 2008]

Ana gasped for air, hyperventilating. "He-he..." Ana started. But her vision blurred as the memory of Draco's face flashed in her mind, horror stricken, as terrified and destroyed as she had ever seen him. "What?" Harry asked gently, taking Ana's clenched fist in his hand. Ana felt the cold silver of Draco's ring press against her pointer finger and sobbed again, gasping loudly. "He-he thinks I'm dead!" Ana erupted, silent sobs wracking her again. She buried her face into the couch to silence her cries. "Who?" Hermione asked, confused. Ana was scared for a second to say his name. She knew that if she did, she'd start screaming again. But she was just able to say the word through her sobs. "Draco." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .