?WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ? Jane Bennett Carroway has had to live with being named for the pretty Bennett sister in the famous Austen work her whole life. When her beautiful best friend Camilla wins a contest to have lunch with teen heartthrob Charles McAllister, she recruits Jane to be her unwilling plus-one. Jane tags along because she's loyal to Camilla - and secretly loves Charles a bit, too. At lunch, Charlie is taken with Jane. Unlike every other girl he meets, she doesn't order salad. She doesn't kiss his ass. And perhaps most importantly - she orders dessert. Join Jane and Charlie on their [top-secret] journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance - and a love that might change their lives forever. ? "Hello, ladies," he said, smiling. "I'm Charles Michael McAllister." "I'm Jane," Jane said, holding out her hand. Charles took it, but didn't let go when she expected him to, and she nearly fell onto the table. "I gave my full name, I believe it's only polite to reciprocate in kind?" he said with a little smirk. Jane huffed out a breath. "Jane Bennett Carroway," she said. He looked at Jane in surprise. "I'm sorry, but did you say 'Jane Bennett'?" "Yes, that's my name," she replied, as if it were completely normal. Charles flashed Jane a grin. "You must have very interesting parents," he remarked. He challenged her again later. "I guess you liked your food," he said, looking pointedly at her empty plate. "I guess you did, too, Charlie," Jane responded evenly, gesturing to his equally clean plate. "In fact, I want dessert." And she gave Charles an openly challenging look. Charles knew that the beautiful Camilla was the girl who'd won the contest, the girl he was supposed to be talking to. But he found his gaze drawn again and again to the tall, thin girl, with the wispy blonde hair, huge appetite, and beautiful eyes, eyes that held a glimmer of attitude. He couldn't even remember the last time anyone had talked back to him. Interesting.

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.