She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Leah Preston was a normal 17 year old girl, until she wakes up and finds herself staring at her own lifeless body. She has no idea what happened to her or how she died, and the only person who can see her is her sworn enemy Jared. Neither of them have a choice, they must put their differences aside in order to find out what really happened to Leah and how she died, or better yet, who killed her, while at the same time fighting each other and the feelings they are beginning to develop. ©makeandoffer

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

"How many times do I have to repeat myself?" she asked, quite annoyed too. "uh, once? twice? okay maybe seven times, am I right?" I replied back. I mean could you blame me? she sounded like a donkey farting. "NO!" she snaps, "I can't take it! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT! You Myah Lawrence, are by far the WORST student I have ever had in all my 10 years of teaching, SAYONARA FAILURES!" and with that, she climbs out of the window, laughing like a hyena. failure? who is she to talk? she just failed her job. oh no! Ms Lambers just quit! what have I done? I'm an idiot! I forgot to ask her about my test paper results! I mean, I had an idea on what it would be, but a girl can hope for better right? BOOM, BOOM! oh shizzle sticks. "Miss Lawrence, GET TO MY OFFICE...NOW!" Mr Bolton roared. "uh, hey Pete! hows it goin'? good? great! Listen-" "Office. NOW!" wow, he really was temperamental. "Right away Sir" I rush taking a swift left. Before I could make my great escape Pete stops me with his obnoxious voice, "Myah..." "Yes Pete?" "THE OTHER WAY!.....OH AND STOP CALLING ME PETE! IT'S MR BOLTON!" he roared, again Damn that tiger! "You got it Pete!" and with that I turn right back around in the right direction, hoping for a miracle. ******************* Meet Myah Lawrence, the girl who made teachers quit their jobs, the girl who acted on instinct, the girl who made people turn their heads- I mean, she did almost burn down the school- Don't be fooled by her pretty angelic face, because she could make you want to give her your shoes just by looking at her. Of course without her reckless pranks, she wouldn't have caught the eye of the schools most worshipped boy, Mr Jaxton Tate. "Admit it Jax, You like this" I smirked, pointing down to my body and up to my face. "The only thing I'll admit to liking is your boobs...Oh! and your face, minus that annoying thing you call a voice" he so rudely pointed out. "You filthy-minded sheep placenta!" I retort.