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

“Plain and simple. Three words. Eight letters. Say it. And I’ll have forever with you in it.” He whispered in my ear. My arms are resting on his shoulders, and were swaying to the sound of every creature lingering in the dark. The silence made everything special. Every memory, beautifully tragic or just tragic floating around us. . Mystical yet it felt so real. “I love you.” I whispered in his ear. We are standing above the world and everyone around us don’t seem to care. We have our own. The world where fairytales probably exist. The haven of every sucker of happy ever after. And I felt the need to say the magic words. I’m glad I did. But what he said, this man I’m dancing with ruins everything. “You’re dead.” He coldly said. - - - - - - - - - - - "You think I'm cool or nah?" Jared asked me suddenly. He asked like a little boy asking why we can't see the moon in the morning. "Of course you're not. You're so far from it." I answered quickly. That should sting. That must hurt. I'd be glad if it did. "I'm hot then?" he asked again. He's showing his infectious grin. Ugh. - - - - - - - - - - P.S i am allowed to choose two genres for this story, but it can be categorized into Romance too. :)