*Editing* Once upon a time, a beautiful sentiment for a beautiful princess, too bad she's busy blowing coke and partying. After breaking all the rules one too many times, Mina, finds herself ripped away from her fairy tail life and into a beat up public high school that's hundreds of miles away from the kingdom she is set to rule once she becomes of age. In a last chance effort she will be put to work as the football team's new team manager under the guidance of her father's childhood best friend. When the preacher's son joins the picture and complicates everything Mina must keep her cool demeanor while also hiding her secret from the hunky hometown hero. What will be harder: keeping her secrets under wraps or raining in the football star's wondering heart? * From the corner of my eye I see Kolby roll his eyes. He leans in, "Thats one of the reasons I chose to sit next to you." his whisper sends a chill up my spine, "That and you're always the prettiest girl in the church." Kolby always makes my Sunday best even better. I keep the ends of my mouth from giving away too much as a whisper back, "Better watch yourself, hick." I point upwards, "Marry had her eyes on you." "Her and half this town." he says. "Doesn't that worry you?" I ask causing his face to soften. "You know what?" he says, "When I see you, none of them matters. Nothing matters." his breath feels like a soft tickle on my neck while his words hit me like a nine-ton sack of bricks. * Find out in The Water Girl's Secrets [Completed] - currently editing

When standing high on relevé, not even gravity can pull Brie down. Coming from humble beginnings, in order to dance Brie spends long hours in the dance studio which she affords by spending longer hours at the counter. Taking her place at the front of the bar smelling like pizza sauce and oregano she leaves little time in her life for anything else other than dance and work. One night when Lazaro Santoro, son to one of the richest families in the city, stops by for a slice of pizza after a championship fight he can't help but connect with BriE. With so much in common they seem meant to be. But, coming from two different worlds, they quickly wonder if their relationship can handle the prejudice money can inflict. * I place my frail dainty hand into his, "So, what kind of trouble did you get into that left you looking like that?" I ask gesturing to his face. "No, no trouble. My old lady would kill me. I'm a boxer. My pops trains me and lets just say" he waves a hand over his face, "My defense could use some work." "Well congrats on your win." I say tipping my imaginary hat in reference to his fathers earlier words. "Thanks." he says while sliding a slice of pizza out of the pie and onto his plate. He stuff his mouth entirely before deciding to ask my a question, "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this so late?" I hardly make out his question through his full mouth. I can't help but giggle slightly as he realizes what a slob he's being and tries to half heartedly cover his mouth. I hand him a few napkins so he can clean up, "A girl needs money, you know."