Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?

Levi Jackson has been in love with Gage Zachary since freshman year, and hasn't failed to tell him everyday he can. Gage rejects him time after time, but is secretly dying to make Levi his and his alone. When something tragic occurs, Levi isn't the same person. For the first time, Gage pursues Levi in an attempt to get to find out what happened to the boy he loves. Will Gage end up confessing to Levi in order to help fix him, or will Levi suffer in silence forever? (Points of view will alternate throughout the story)

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

Aria- those who have the affinity for the element of air. Erde- those who have the affinity for the element of earth. Hudōr-those who have the affinity for the element of water. Fȳr-those who have the affinity for the element of fire. That's what her mother told Lillian about Aethers when she discovered that she's one of them. Sent to the Academy, she finds out that there's much more to it. Follow her as she makes new friends. Argues with a boy who makes the usually calm girl want to pull her hair out. And learn more about herself than she ever imagined. But as enemies emerge and secrets unravel; Lillian and her friends must get ready to face much more than what they bargained for.