"7:15, that's our time."

“You,” he scoffed. “You don’t believe in love.” He looked astounded, as if this news was most unpredictable. I paused, replying as monotone as my voice could muster, “I believe in love. I just don’t desire it. It’s destructive. It ruins people.” His brow shot up, surprised by my answer. “Don’t tell me you’re a romantic,” I laughed. His posture grew tensed and he morphed back into the asshole I’d met a few days before. “No,” he stated. But surprising me too, he voiced the words I never dreamed him uttering, “But I think love is beautiful.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A hop, skip, and an ocean away, Annelie Mills arrives in London, attempting to run away from her past. With a job offer and a place to stay by her overbearing family, she feels she can flee from her afflicted past. Not wanting to impose on her relatives, and eager to get on her own feet, Annelie searches for a roommate, and she finds one in the introverted, mysterious, and unusually intriguing asshole, Harry Styles. Laced with drama, laughs, and newfound happiness, Annelie tries to build a new life, but will it fall to pieces? (dun dun dun)

Something that was oh-so wrong, was also oh-so right.

They were six students with nothing in common, faced with spending Saturday detention together in their high school library. At 7 a.m., they had nothing to say but by 4 p.m., they had bared their souls to each over and became good friends. To the outside they were a Brain, an Athlete, a Basket Case, a Princess, a Geek, and a Criminal, but to each other they would always be the Breakfast Club. Fifth in Breakfast Club

in which two teens meet in the backseat of a city bus. © 2016 skinsluke.

She's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives.

If people thought I was a dirty fuckboy fine. I'd be the dirtiest fuckboy they'd ever seen.

"There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

"Get in loser we're going to college"

"So you're the lucky girl who landed on the 6463 locker" Michael says with a naughty smile "That's the most desirable locker in the entire school" "Is that so?" I lick my thin lips "Hell yeah baby" he smiles bumping his shoulder against mine "Congratulations, now you belong to Luke Hemmings"