Keegan Pierce is the shyest Boy around. Trying to escape his past of bullying and abuse from both parents and other students, He doesn't see much of a happy life for himself until he's forced to be roommates with a certain Jock from his old school. Alex Fisher Is a well known Jock, Living a life of partying and friends, he doesn't think things can get better until he lay his eyes on a certain pale shy boy. Maybe this Could be the chance to fix the broken boy who pleads for help. By the end of college Will they find out everything about each other or will secrets be left unrevealed.

Donnie, the sought after jock who had it all, and Derek, the alluring bad boy who seemed to be going nowhere fast. An unlikely, and, well, unfriendly duo who end up being forced together, in... An awkward way. Forced to be civil? Forced the be friendly? Forced to... Hug each other once a day, in front of a teacher or other staff member while on school grounds? These people had to be crazy, right? And all of this was supposed to make them get along... All because of a few little fights and issues at school! If anything, it was only making their anger and hate for each other grow stronger and stronger... Or was it?

Jesse's life turns upside down once the football player from his school finds out he's gay. Because of that he has to obey to jock's every command or else his secret will be revealed to everyone. Jesse already had a hard enough life because of his alcoholic father and insensitive mother and this made things even more complicated. Not to mention the fact that he was living in a pretty homophobic environment and for his own safety he had to hide his true identity. Will Jesse be able to overcome this challenge? You'll have to read more to find out. *DISCLAIMER - Story contains themes that some readers may consider disturbing such as suicide, homophobia, violence and more. If you're easily triggered by the things mentioned above this content may not be right for you. Ps. This is a first draft of the book. You can find the polished version of this story here by a different title (Melancholic.) It is also uploaded on DREAME and Inkitt. I'd recommend checking that out because it has less errors, a few changes and some added scenes.

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

I couldn't see him that well from this angle, but I could tell he dressed expensively. He wore nice dress pants with a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. The watch on his hand shinned, like it was made from little diamonds. I squinted my eyes, looking closer to see his face. He had groomed facial hair, and thick eyebrows. He had light brown hair. He looked older, maybe around his late thirties. Who he was, I didn't know? My mom and dad barely brought over any of their friends. The man crossed his arms. He rose his chin and looked up, right at me like he sensed me there. He raised his eyebrow at me. For a moment we just stared at each other. I wanted to figure out who he was, and he was probably doing the same. Finally, he gave me a smile....