In which a boy calls the wrong number, and a girl can't contain her sarcasm. *written through calls* *contains swearing* ~COMPLETED~

To him, she is his best friend To her, he is the love of her life If Only he felt the same way... ////////////////////////////////////////////////// DISCRIPTION IS TERRIBLE AND SO IS THE FIRST FEW PARTS BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE THIS BOOK A CHANCE

"They say second chances are the best" Alice Johnson and Lawrence Conway use to be best friends in middle school who did everything together, so how did they end up enemies? Well, summer break changes people and it happened to change Lawrence from a nice guy to a mister rebel playboy who enjoys making Alice's life hell at Springwood High School. But when Alice can't take it anymore she tells Lawrence she'll do anything if he'll stop ruining her life but she wasn't expecting him to ask her to be his girlfriend!

A birthday only comes once a year. A sensible person would try to make the most out of her birthday, whereas an idiot would waste his. But sometimes, it doesn't go the way it should. Sometimes, the sensible person would get her night wasted and the idiot would get the most out of his day. "It's your birthday anyway. Let's go nightclubbing! My treat!" ----- (AN: AU Laito Sakamaki x reader!!! if you want realistic things go to the non fiction side of wattpad, the anime does not belong to me) (Cover made by @skyestorms, its cool yeah?)

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

I wasn't different; I was like every other teenage girl at school. I didn't resist the bad boy, the bad-boy didn't resist me. We fell for each other—just like every other bad boy and good girl cliche. But, the thing was, I wasn't necessarily a good girl and he wasn't necessarily a bad boy. We disagreed (and thoroughly) when acknowledging different subjects, that was for sure, but we weren't exactly polar opposites.