{Suicidal & Sexual situations. Mature content} (Slow updates) You never were miss popular. everyone had always found something to tease you about. and nothing much changed when you moved to Westernburg High but by now their words bounced off you so easily. and you built your walls up so high no one would even dare to climb... until Jason Dean anyway. your fellow new kid. he was hot. mysterious. but more importantly. he listened to you... and not long after his arrival you find yourself be pulled into the popular group "The Heather's" what do you do when you realize the things you wanted most, could cost you your life...

Is it love? Or is it hatred? UGGHH! It had to be that party animal... Maybe.. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad after all..

The Game is what they called it. A cruel trick played upon by the unknown. Two hundred students. Ten floors. One month. Why would they do something like this? I, too, would love to know the answer.

[UNDER HEAVY EDITING] Anastasia Minervi was the unofficial-official leader of the Southside. She was careless and free like a wild breeze. She couldn't tell her rights from her wrongs, and personally she didn't care. That is, until, the Southside and Northside schools had to merge and hell broke out.

"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