Violet Marin is your typical 18 year old girl staring school in a new city. When she gets into everything that comes along with leaving home, the good and the bad, is she able to escape the rush that goes along with it?

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

It was scary how he couldn't resist me. The way he lost control was frightening yet only seemed to draw me closer, not that I had a choice. He loved me in every way that a person could. The way I laughed, the way I looked, the way I smelled, and that frightened me too. But to me, the scariest thing about Harry was how I couldn't resist him, how I couldn't escape. **UNDER EDITING** -currently edited up to chapter 19-