He looked down, it was so silent the only thing filling my ears was the sound of the fire crackling. "Why are you still here? I feel better now, you can leave." I said rubbing my cold arms, surprisingly the fire wasn't working to my advantage. He took a breath and exhaled deeply, as if he was stalling himself. I didn't want him to leave. "Well that's to bad princess, because you're stuck with me." He spoke grabbing his leather jacket and placing it over my arms, his touch sending electrifying chills down my body. "Besides there are fucking bears in the woods, you're the only thing keeping me alive Jones." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bree Jones is completely and utterly done with love, her past relationships has her proved that real love doesn't exist and that it's not worth her time. She comes to camp with her older brother Jackson in hopes of escaping her past. What happens when Carson Parker, the well known bad boy of camp who's known for using girl's and throwing them away like they're nothing, walks into her life? Will she fall for him like every other girl? Why does Carson act the way he does? Is Carson as bad as everyone thinks? --------- read on... I suck at caption's, I apologize bye.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018