I see him everyday, he sits right beside me in math, he even smiles at me, but I still can't talk to him. I feel like squealing whenever he comes near me, I just want to tell him I like him, but he probably doesn't even like me, I mean, why would he? I see her all the time, she's beautiful, I want to talk to her so badly, but she doesn't even acknowledge me, she probably thinks I'm just an arrogant jerk, I just want her to see the real me, but even then, would she like me? There are two sides to every story, and that's certainly the case with this one. Highest Ranking So Far: #62 in teen fiction

❝Don't think for a minute that this was love. Signed, Jenna❞ This is the story of Conrad and Jenna. And these are Jenna's letters to him: her correspondence to a jerk. [highest ranking: short story # 56 (08/27/2016)] Sequel included. Three years later Jenna discovers several more letters that she never "sent" and takes it upon herself to read through them.

" Across country? With you?" " admit it, you want to." -- Carter Grace didn't like her neighbor. She didn't like his love for old rock music, beanies, and worn black combat boots. She didn't like the way he'd smile a smile where the right corner of his mouth would tilt up just slightly more than the left. She especially didn't like it when he called her Angel. Nicholas Arson has a passion for the simple way of things, old rock, batman, and his worn combat boots. He loves to drown out the world with his music. He especially loves playing the piano, guitar, or any instrument he could get his hands on. He also finds joy in bothering his next door neighbor, Carter Grace. And when Nicholas learn that Carter's grandmother is all the way across the country, and that his Angel was going all the way to her to bring her home, he couldn't help but bud in. -- " I'll drive you the whole way there, and pay for gas."