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"I thought we were supposed to be best friends?" she asked her best friend. "maybe we can become fuck buddies and still be close." He says. "OK I'm fine with that." she said.

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the school, break the law, get into fights with other guys for fun and even watched him get suspended for three weeks. He always ruins everything and never does what he is told. Melody has hated him since the day he set foot in her school and luckily he has never noticed her. That is, until now. Tyson has set his eyes on Melody and won't stop until he gets what he wants. And he wants her. *-*-* Note: It is cliché at first but it gets better. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

Amber: I don't know how to do it.. She said as she looked down embarrassed. Jack: I can show you, if you want? What did I get myself into?

"SO FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID DONUTS!" [book one] [book two; rainbow donuts] [highest rank; 39] [October 4th- November 13, 2017]

"You've got a deal, Dolan!" coming soon

I suck at descriptions. My phone is forcing me to write something here though :/

aimee is best friends with a pair of fuckboy twins.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey babe me: who is this xxx-xxx-xxxx: dont tell me you already forgot?? me: huh?? xxx-xxx-xxxx: dont worry about it baby

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.