Ella Was

Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.

Two Gangs and a Golden Girl

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my e...

When she cries.

The girl next door is crying again. [One-shot story]