"Let's see..." He drifted off in thought for a moment. A wide, evil smirk spreads across his face, making me feel nauseous. "Embarrassment, shame, humiliation... and of course, there's also the fact you could get expelled." My eyes widen and my mouth fell open. "Wh-what?" I stammered, staring at him in shock, "Are you blackmailing me?" "Blackmail is such a strong word," His smirk widens, "I prefer the term... equal benefits." He winked as he added, "Sugar lips." ~~~ Meet Chase Chandler: known as the most popular, 'charming,' star quarterback and the football teams praised captain. Or as I like to call him, the biggest arrogant, self-centered, blackmailing jerk in all of history. And he has a picture of me, holding men's underwear, in the boys locker room. * {Highest Rank: #17 (7/7/17)}

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }