Saint, that's her chosen name and if she has her own way no one would know her real one. If she has her own way a lot of things would happen, her mom would have never left, she would be normal and she would get to be with Nika. Yup, she's just another teenager in Toronto, she has a best friend to die for and a massive crush, the kind that makes you feel high on drugs and want to die at the same time. Just another teen... except her crush is a girl. Nika, Italian, hot and a big tease. Saints just trying to survive high school and she almost does too, until Nika decides to have a little fun.

"No, this isn't possible, I like boys." I thought to myself. I've had a boyfriend since I was twelve.. But why was she so tempting? I watched her hands as they traced my bare skin with her finger tips, the way her soft lips parted into a sly smile, "tell me you want me." She whispered in my ear, her warm breath tickling my neck, "tell me and I'm yours." I tried to resist, I really did. But I couldn't help it, she was so tempting, "I want you." I replied. Rated PG-13/ R for sexual content and drug use.

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.