"And I feel like you and I have something in common." He wispers. "What?" I ask. "Just like me your more than what meets the eye." He seemed even more closer to my face. "Your different I can see it. That's why i'm so interested in to getting to know you." All Bella south wanted in life was for her parents to love her for who she is not who they want her to be along with wanting people to see her for who she really was. Her being underestimated all the time for trying too hard to be someone she is not, finally realizing from a bad boy next door that being normal and perfect is boring and to embrace who you are because everyone else is already taken in life. Watch the underestimated girl and the bad boy next door grow close from their differences and their similaritys fighting the tough tragics together and end up falling head over heals for each other. --- This book is very sloppy in the beginning but please bare with me. Once the book is published it will be going under editing and the I book will be a lot better.

{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.