This is the story of Axel and Tuck: a tale of debauchery, douchebaggery, felony, and plain stupidity. It is a tale written by two best friends with nothing better to do with their law degree than write the story of their anything-but-monotonous life. DISCLAIMER: This story is a satire. Enjoy at your own risk :)

Jude Tibbits doesn't mind having a reputation for being an evil bastard; he enjoys being cunning and cruel. He doesn't, however, enjoy being heartbroken. Which is exactly how he's left when his boyfriend Gideon breaks up with him and begins to despise him. All he wants is to get Gideon back. Staz Montgomery has no interest in the wealthy world of his parents. He'd rather just be left alone to his art, up to his elbows in chalk and paint. All he wants is to focus on his art. But after an unexpected run-in with each other afterschool one day, Jude and Staz realize that they don't always get what they want.

Ethan is sarcastic and sassy. Will is careless and troubled. When Ethan sees how bad Will is struggling, he decides to help the 20 year old. But in order to help Will, Ethan realizes he must face his own dark past. As feelings and secrets emerge between the two boys, Ethan begins to question if Will is really as straight as he claims to be.

Benji is in deep, unrequited love with his best friend Gideon, and it sucks. When absentminded Benji isn’t busy making a fool of himself or getting bullied by his soccer team, he’s busy watching Gideon fall in love with the gorgeous Jude. As Benji sulks in the friend zone, he begins to wonder if he should pursue a romance with a better chance, or continue being hopelessly in love with Gideon.

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.