Kung gano siya ka gwapo ganun naman ka panget ang ugali niya. Sa lahat naman ng pwedeng magustuhan bakit sa kanya pa! Bakit sa taong sinasaktan at pinapahirapan ako! Baliw na ata ang puso ko. Baliw na baliw sa kanya. #2 Fanfiction #5 bxb VeronSo

When a girl moves into a small town. She quickly becomes the talk of the town, and not in a good way, Jay is not your average 15 year old girl, she's a tomboy. She knows how to take a punch and also give one. She likes to play all sports and she likes to get her hands dirty. The leader of The Rockets baseball team, Maxwell, falls for Jay at first sight. This story is based of The Sandlot movie, I just changed it up a little. PLEASE ENJOY

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

When Brielle's dance instructor gets mad at her for missing yet another rehearsal, she gives Brielle an ultimatum: lose her solo that she needs to get into Julliard, or teach Christopher Russel, the school's quarterback, ballet in two months. With no other choice, she begins the hard struggle of trying to teach a 6'5" football player how to do ballet. What she did expect: An annoying, arrogant, and entitled boy that couldn't dance if his life depended on it. What she didn't expect: To fall in love. [#7 Teen Fiction] ~~~ {Cover by Synonomous}

~~~ everyone ѕaιd тнe ѕaмe тнιng aвoυт нιм. once нe нad yoυ wrapped aroυnd нιѕ ғιnger- тнere waѕ no goιng вacĸ. нowever, she waѕ wιllιng тo cнange тнe тнaт. ғor good. ~~~ It was the beginning of Blaire Anderson's junior year. On the social side of things, Blaire was determined to make junior year her year. No distractions, heartbreak, drama. Nothing was going to get in her way. However, things take a turn when she meets him. His presence was addicting. Blaire felt drawn to him. But every single person at Breezy Point High School knew the truth about him. Including Blaire herself. He was a heartbreaker- to a whole different level. All a sudden, Blaire was more determined to get to know this boy- more determined than she was to have the picture perfect school year. Blaire makes a promise to herself, that not even in the slightest, that she would fall for this boy. But... does she? read to find 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