(First book of the series - cos people keep on missing my sequel announcement 😭) Cassandra Johnson is Pixie. Pixie is Cassandra Johnson. She's the same girl who's leading two extremely different lives. Nobody would suspect the school's nerd as Pixie. 'Cause Pixie's a street fighter badass and the nerd does not have a single badass bone in her body. The chances of people discovering this peculiar secret is close to none but of course this is where fate inserts the certified new boy into the equation and makes an exception for him. Warning: heavy flow of profanities ahead. - and tears - or so I've heard.

"He is the most bi-polar and blunt guy with that annoying sarcastic wit of his, I've ever met!" What she thinks of him. "She is the most annoying brat I've ever met in my whole life, who just doesn't know how to mind her own Goddamn business!" What he thinks of her. Two different people hating each other's guts after their very unexpected, unusual first meeting, despite the fact that they're neighbour's. She hates him. He hates her too, or that's what they both think. She's careless, fun spirited, party animal girl. He's serious, blunt, never cares about anyone's feelings and knows exactly what he's doing with his words and actions. She's a girl who checks out guys, but never falls for their charms. He tries his best to avoid any type of interaction with girls - that is until Alexandria comes along. She learned long time ago not to ever trust anyone wholeheartedly; especially a guy and a certain blue eyed one was the cause for it - no one knows what happened between then, except for a certain someone - almost a stranger. Never mind others, he didn't trust himself. She doesn't have a very interesting past. He has a very dark past, which he's not very content to share with. So despite all the differences, what really brings them together? Because, the only thing that is in common between them would probably be the fact that her-not-so-interesting-past, and his oh-so-dark-past-which-he-never-likes-to-share-with-anyone, somehow connects. And that was all that needed for, whatever relationship they had, to go down the hill.

You have 2 read the book 2 find out. This goes out to a friend who requested this type of Gray Fullbuster fan-fic. She loves Gray very much :D

I was crouching down by a steep, and mossy rock. I was careful where I put my, fragile hands. The rock was extremely pointy and sharp, a prick would draw blood from your skin. A teenager boy was sitting there, blush and all. His ruffled dark hair fell onto his, curved by the angels them selves face. His full, pink lips looked so kissable! Oh...and his eyes. His fucking beautiful, memorizing eyes. A dark violet, so dark, it could make you melt on the spot "Oh, Kat! I know you wuvs Max!" Sang Alysha. I hit her, playfully. She pouted. "Max," she nibbled his ear and I felt my face grow hot. "She hit me Max," she put her arms around his neck and she started to moan and tug at his hair. I stalked away. He started walking away. "Well, if she let me kiss her then I would say, I LOVE YOU!"