Bad boys/ players. I hate them, they think they can just walk around and get any girl they want. Well hello, not every single fucken girl is interested in you, alright. Okay, well unless you look like a hot, Greek God or something, then every girl will most likely be interested in you. It's just a part of life and high school. A lot of girls at my new school, are head over heels with this one guy... okay maybe two guys. Sean Anderson the major player, he tried to get me on the first day. I had hit him, and left him standing there. Then there's Chase Evans, major hottie girls, warning: he breaks hearts. Everyone loves him, guys want to be like him, and the girls all want him. Me, well I just think he's an annoying ass! Meet Aurora Hayes, a feisty seventeen year old girl with a love for swearing. She has a mind of her own, and she doesn't give a fuck what people think of her... okay well maybe she does a little. Aurora never would've thought in her entire life that she would have guys in love with her, let alone four of them. Mike Thompson, Sean Anderson, Jonathan Anderson and Chase Evans. So how is it that all the guys want her? Who will she fall for and who will be left heartbroken? There will be laughs, there will be tears, love will happen, and hearts will be broken. Because this can only end one way, right? [There's A LOT of swearing (it's her character so get over it) you've been warned.] [Will be re-writing + editing next year sometime!] [Un-edited!] #4 in Teen Fiction || 21/9/15 Cover designed by: @heartsick

** #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.