Gabby Is a regular California surfer girl. Surfing is her life. She's not really the popular one she has a few friends but she doesn't really care as long as she has the beach, her surfboard, and her best friend natalie it's all good. It was finally summer, Gabby made her usual routine wake up, put bathing suit on, eat break fast, put surfboard in car, and hit the beach. But this day has a slight turn when she meets a boy that might be able to make her summer one of a kind and very memorable.

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

An ideal mate for me would be someone who's capable of knowing the knowledge of love. They should value it because we all know that love is fragile and it can easily break us apart. But once I met him I knew he did not value love. He has shattered so many hearts. I knew he wasn't capable of handling mine, so why would I dare to give it to him? I was that type of picky person when it came to love because for me, love is everything. I just have a question for our Moon Goddess, out of all of the boys in this world you chose him. Why him?