Dreams are annoying. They always remain a dream. When will my dream ever come true?! Love. Psh. My best friend could find it but why couldn't I... And some psychopath keeps following me around. Blech. I just want to find the right person. Is that too much to ask?! God please hear me...in exchange I'll: -Be good -Pray always (which I always do) -Go to mass every Sunday (which I already do too) Amen. Sigh. Please find me a wife and tell her I love her... Signing off. ~Zachery Smith

When Greyson makes a drunken bet with his best friend Chase that he can make Jasmine fall in love with him by the end of the year he doesn't realise what he's getting himself into. To begin with Jasmine has glasses, braces and never wears makeup. But pretty soon Greyson realises that Jasmine is different to who she says she is. Maybe he can get this bet to work, he can transform her into one if them, get his kiss then forget about it. He just has to make sure he doesn't fall for the girl he never thought he would love.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.