Being a teenager is easy? Huh, who said that? People say their high school years were the best years of their life, but for me they've been the worst. Finding out about my mom having cancer, my brother dating the biggest bitch in school, the one big mistake from my past following me everywhere I go and someone stalking every move I make is driving me insane. Sometimes I don't even know what's good anymore or who I can and can't trust. By the way, my name is Nessa Stone and I'm a junior at Skyland High, where I have two best friends, crazy teachers and a whole lot of adventures and issues coming in my way. I pretend to be strong and positive on the outside but on the inside I'm just a scared girl trying to get through life the best I can. Will I be able to be happy someday? To find love and be able to trust again? I don't know, but I hope so. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A BRIEF SCENE FROM JHO: I hear my phone making a noise and I walk towards it, maybe it's one of my friends needing something. I click on my messages and it's an anonymous text, 'Wouldn't you like to take revenge on your brother's girlfriend?' the message reads. I look outside my window to see if someone's there but I don't see anyone. 'Who is this?' I text back. 'Isn't it obvious?' The message appears after a few seconds. I dial the anonymous number to find out who's doing this but I go directly to voice mail. What the hell? I close my window's curtains just in case someone is indeed out there and I sit down in front of my desk for a couple of minutes. Who could possibly send me this? Maybe the same guy who send the photos to Derek. But I won't ask him today, he's already upset enough by what happened.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)