(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

Wesley Stromberg literally sweeps Rowyn, the girl next door off of her feet. The two have an immediate connection that leaves them both wanting more, until Rowyn decides Wes has a major flaw: he’s a musician… and musicians always leave. [Hey everyone, this was a Fanfic written by a really awesome writer from the Wattpad community. We are so flattered that she let us feature it on our profile. She's @LDCrichton. Thanks again Leah!]

The last thing Drew Chadwick expects to find when he leaves the city behind is Copeland; a photography obsessed, free spirited girl. He falls for her like he does everything else: passionately. Can he get Copeland to experience life instead of watching it from behind a camera lense? [Hey everyone, this was a Fanfic written by a really awesome writer from the Wattpad community. We are so flattered that she let us feature it on our profile. She's @LDCrichton. Thanks again Leah!]

After being chased by a group of adoring fans, Keaton Stromberg rushes through the doors of a shop and into the life of Sophie and her evil sister, Taylor. Sophie quickly becomes a hero to Keaton; a hero who doesn’t believe Fairytales exist. It’s up to Keaton to show her that they do. [Hey everyone, this was a Fanfic written by a really awesome writer from the Wattpad community. We are so flattered that she let us feature it on our profile. She's @LDCrichton. Thanks again Leah!]

Scarlett is abused. Abused by the only person she has left. She turns to music to help her enjoy life. But when her father disapproves of her passion, she leaves. Only to run into Niall Horan. Scarlett has never heard of One Direction. So when Niall takes care of her, her entire life turns upside down. Writing songs for One Direction is never easy. Especially when your psycho maniac of a father is after you. ((This story was written and completed in 2013)) TW:: I wrote this story years ago when I was going through my depression so this entire fic is filled with triggers. You have been warned.

I paced back in forth in the small room. I calmed down enough to know that it was empty. Completely bare.Every slight movement I made whether it was a deep breathe, or a heart beat, the floor creaked in pain and the walls seemed to bend slightly in unison.There was a wood flooring and the walls were a maroon slightly orange. So far I've counted One-thousand,two-hundred and seventy-three steps. I turned around once more and started walking towards the opposite wall. Zayn refused to let me out. Its only been an hour but I'm going crazy in this solitary confinement. At least he let me have my guitar. I Glared at the wooden polished instrument that gleamed in the dull room. It was about 3 hours till sunset. I needed air. I slumped in a heap against the wall staring at the guitar. "What are you looking at?" I scowled at the damn thing. great, now I'm talking to things that don't even have a soul. Yay me. I get up walked to it. I wonder how she is. What if shes still in pain. Is she even in pain? is she even still breathing..? I threw my weak throbbing fist at the weak walls again. I couldn't live without her. Its only been what... two days? a week? Since Iv met her? I let my hand slide down the wall slowly. I looked at the guitar again. Its polished finish gleamed for hope that I would pick it up. I slide down the wall beside it and pulled it into my arms. I just picked at the strings for minutes on end. I didn't wanna play, I wanted Kristy. I remember the song I was writing for her When we were in my room before it all happened. She was so curious about it.. I played a chord and let the hollow sound fill the room and then played it once more. "this could never start" The words slipped out of my mouth with out me even thinking. I griped the guitar strings tighter as I let the rest of my sentence tumble out with the rhythm. She was the one thing worth living for, and Im losing it