Conaway Stories

"what's wrong, west? scared of me beating you?" "in your dreams, banks!" *currently in the process of editing* ava west has a competitive spirit towards hockey, so when a player from her rivals is forced to join her team, she isn't thrilled. but once she starts to get to know him, maybe he isn't so bad after all.

"If you expect me to put up with your bull shit attitude anymore, than you're twice as stupid as I thought!" I yelled, across the bathroom. "I wouldn't have an attitude if you weren't such a little bitch!" "You know what? I haven't done anything wrong to you, so fuck you Ryker!" I was raging, I mean, how could I not be? I was being bitched at by my ass hole of a... I don't really know what he is? My room mate-ish person? My God brother? I'm not too sure what he is to me, to be completely honest. All I know is that we are NOT related. "Oh, You haven't done anything to me?" He asked, stalking forwards, toward me. I held my ground, but he continued forward, until he was right in front of me. "You make me fucking crazy! Every time you cry I want to help you feel better, every time you laugh I want to laugh with you, and every time I see you rub your eyes when you're tired I want to carry you back to my room, and hold you until you sleep! You're ruining everything!" "How the hell is that ruining everything?" I yell even though he was right in front of me. "I can't like you! I can't like anyone! If I like you, that means that I'll hurt you!" "I'm a big girl Ryker! I can take care of myself!" I retort. "That's the thing Carter! I don't want you to have to take care of yourself!" He was getting more and more worked up by the second. "I want to be able to take care of you!" He then crashed his lips down onto mine forcefully.

Caroline Conaway hates life -- her school, her ex-boyfriend, the bitterly cold weather, and the hunk of metal she calls her car. She has absolutely nothing in life to be thankful for, especially with the extra credit her professor assigns right before Thanksgiving break. She must record her every blessing, no matter how insignificant it may seem. This creates one problem -- with the way her life is now, how is she possibly going to pass her class if she has nothing to be thankful for?