There are five things that I hate: 1.) Arrogant Guys 2.) Guys who have girls falling at their feet and they proceed to use them 3.) Guys who assume everyone loves them 4.) Guys who ride motorcycles 5.) Strawberry Ice Cream And Grayson Carter just so happens to be 4 of them. Even his name sounds like a celebrity's: Grayson Carter. The boy is everywhere; he lives down the street from me, he goes to my school, our mothers are even longtime friends yet he doesn't even know my name. The only place I can get away from him is my part time job at the library and the day he comes sauntering in looking for a job is the day I just might go insane. ROMANCE - TEEN FICTION - HUMOR Title Thanks To - factorfate --- --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ONLINE.

Brandi - Smart, mischievous, independent, sassy, PLAYER. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Matthew - Humorous, spunky, frivolous, smug, PLAYER. Each school has a player. Sometimes a girl, sometimes a boy. Rayton High has both. Matthew Adkins and Brandi Baldwin. They both know how to play their own game perfectly, since they are the ones who created it. No feelings, no attachment, no guilt. It has worked for them for years, no issue... But what happens when both try to win at each other's game? IN PROGRESS ! I do have more chapters finished and ready to post, but i don't really want to post if people don't seem interested in the story. CAUTION - STORY USES STRONG LANGUAGE AND CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT

When Isabel Shaw was six years old her twin sister, Kendall, died. It took a long time but Isabel finally moved on-lived her life. That is until ten years later when Kendall decides to magically reappear in Isabel's bedroom as though she never left, asking for Isabel's help. Isabel never thought that she would see her sister again, let alone help her bring out the truth of how she died. It's not going to be easy, but it doesn't seem that Isabel has much of a choice. But whatever. What are sisters for, right?

Her heart was racing, and tears were streaming down her face. He was banging on the door, demanding she let him in. This was not the holiday she had wished for. In fact, she wished at this moment that she had not said yes. That she had not agreed to marry this monster. But now she was trapped forever between those four walls, there was no window, and no way out.