"I'll just take a taxi." "Across the country?" "... Okay, maybe a lot of taxis." || © deviltown 2014 ||

This book contains swearing. Anyone who is a pansy and is easily offended shouldn't read it. Ivy League has her very own little blog, her very own best friend and very own big big problem. What happens one night when she goes out and can't remember anything from it? She gets herself in a whole load of trouble.. The heavy base vibrations coursed through my core making my heart beat faster as I entered the club doors. The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol fogged my brain. Joan dragged me into the heaving pit of bodies swaying to the hardcore beats. "I need to get you pissed more often," she laughed. I tilted my head back and smiled, yes I really enjoyed the feeling right now. Thinking of tomorrow I frowned. Still looking up, my eyes caught sight of the most bluest I've seen in quite a long time. They sent shocks through my body. On the second floor stood the most sexiest looking man I had ever laid my eyes on, I seriously could slip over in my own drool.

"How do you choose from three kinds of perfect?" * * * * * Most people know me as the smartest girl in school but my real name is Sara Preston. My life changed when I wore a dress with more sparkle than a disco ball The football captain who was my childhood best friend. An Honors student with the most amazing blue eyes and a British accent. My childhood nemesis who could disarm a nuclear bomb with his smile. How do you choose from three kinds of perfect? You just can't. Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper cover by @FvckHumans

"Because I really don't have a future. I don't believe in myself. I'm not sure if I know myself anymore. That's why I come up here, because I am scared." ~ What would you give to not have to tread on eggshells everyday, scared off tipping the balance? What would you give to be able to believe in yourself just once? What would you give to be able to just speak up and say what you want to say? Someone, somewhere would give anything. Delilah is a someone looking for a voice but to her she's drowning and doesn't know what to do with life. But there is one thing she clings on to. The stars. When the sky turns dark blue and the stars come out, she can escape to her own world, be herself for once. But as things start to unravel and come out into the open, thanks to a mysterious boy, will Delilah ever realise what she's looking for and believe in herself? ~ Copyright ©2013 by Y u e h-C h i a L o | All Rights Reserved.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

When Ayame Nakamura, pessimist extraordinaire, found herself in Ouran Academy on an exclusive art scholarship, her rules/expecations for surviving in the company of total eggheads were set. Nevertheless, a club chock full of hyperactive, pretty-boy prostitutes and a mysterious bird-killing stalker definitely weren't on her list of "ways I want to screw up my life". Kyoya/OC

If there was something Ellis loved more than singing was the school bully, well her bully. she knew it was wrong, but those feelings had been burning for a long time well lets narrow it down to the beginning of middle school a few months after she moved to Fresno. I mean sometimes i think i suffer of a weird twist of Stockholm syndrome. There's just something about him, something so intense. I know i sound weird but when you look at him, really look at him. Past his charmingly good looks fluffy dark brown hair, slighty to the minimal tan and green eyes and that bad boy personá well he seemed different. He's done some pretty bad things to me, and i know I've never done anything to deserve them. I really have no idea what brought his behavior towards me, but i can't do anything about it. for starters he'd probably be suspended or worse expelled, i like seeing him but before you reprimand me for that its not the only reason. besides my personal bully there are his followers, he doesn't directly tell them to harm me, but he some what encourages them by laughing and patting their backs like a teacher congratulating a student for acing a test. I'm pathetic i know i am, no need denying it and a coward the biggest one you'll encounter. I hide behind the many lies i say and excuse's of being a pacifist and shyness. My name is Ellis Mc'homely and i believe I'm inlove with my bully; Dixon.