The school knows Ezra as the mysterious badass who always speaks her mind, but the truth is that she is barely holding on. She is forced to work long hours to support herself and her depressed mother and just wants to be reassured and loved by someone. Avery is the smart quiet girl in the back of the class who is way to awkward to talk to anyone other than her best friend, Ally. She hates being called the innocent and sweet girl, she longs to be taken seriously and to one day stop being so afraid to show confidence. What happens when Ezra starts failing Chemistry and is forced to have a tutor who constantly drives her crazy? Will Ezra finally feel like she is being understood and let her guards down? Will Avery be able to build her self-confidence hanging out with Ezra? Will these two fall in love? You can figure it all out if you read this book. Also this is a rough draft, beware. #1 in girllove 6/11/20

"How drunk were you last night" she asks "Not drunk enough to forget" I say awkwardly "That makes two of us" she grins sitting up. "So...not drunk enough to forget. You weren't drunk enough to be totally out of control then? I must be doing pretty good" she normally flirted with me, it was our kind of friendship, but never like this. "So, how straight are you?"

A small girl catches my attention one day during lunch and I can't seemed to get her off my mind. My new friends and others advise me to stay away from the brunette. I'm new to the school so I don't know much of anything but I can't figure out as to why someone so cute and petite could possibly be dangerous. Every time I ask, everyone's response is "She's not normal..." ---------- ATTENTION - If you're a grammar freak, I don't suggest reading this. This was mainly written when I had no idea what I was doing yet. My grammar sucked and I had many choppy chapters. If you make it half way through the book, I promise it gets better. Currently in process of editing. CrownedDirection© (Started: April 2015 - Finished: Aug 2016)

"Shh, you have to keep quiet." He whispered, trailing his finger down my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. This is wrong, I know it's wrong. "Please..." I weakly pleaded, but they are all silenced by his lips latching onto mine. "You're so beautiful." He groaned.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!