DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE [Highest rank so far: #57 in humor] "Boys. I don't understand them. At all. One of the most mysterious, misunderstood, and misinterpreted creatures of the planet. All we know is that they have a thing called the pen- -nevermind because I don't want to say that word..." *** Boys are the subject of every conversation in the girl's locker room, in the chatty hallways, on the staircase, and now, the science classroom. Kill me if that's not the slightest bit annoying. When 17 year old chatter-box and science geek, Alana-Lila Dizon hurls her beloved science textbook at the most popular golden boy of the school, accidentally almost knocks out an amazing athlete, and schools the smartest guy in school, maintaining an A-average in all the sciences becomes the least of her problems. Wesley (Wes) Sylvano is not a bad boy. He's known to be sweet, kind, and is all smiles. Everyone just loves him. Nicholas (Nick) Gray is the definition of scary. All around athlete, muscular physique, and with both a threatening and good reputation. Apparently he's nice to people unless you piss him off. Vincent (no nickname) Reid is your typical smart guy. He thinks he knows everything and that he's a genius, all because his dad is the CEO of a tech company. The jerk also doubles as a badboy, as they say. What do these boys have in common? Nothing, except for the fact that they're boys. And Alana-Lila Dizon is going to find out, once and for all, the science behind boys and why they're the way they are. WARNING: Contains 3 wild monkeys that may cause you to pull out your hair. Contains a girl with too much bad luck for her own good. May cause obsessive shipping, and/or laughing. Note: This is not a cliché...I think...mostly (cover picture is not mine, but belongs to the respective owner.)

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')