Serendipitous

She loved him, so much more than plump berries and honey, dangerously high bridges, arching statues and sexy black dresses. And it was dangerous to love so passionately, to give your heart to a stranger who might keep it long enough for sex and then throw it like a coffee cup. But he had a large heart, and large holes in the sleeves of his shirts.

Tessa is madly in love with chaos. She would rather die a heroine than under someone's thick-soled boots. Her dream is to revolutionize the world, disarming them with pretty words and raging flames.

Ryan is passionately chasing a girl with a big heart and loud voice. At home is chaos, school bears tears and sweat, and friends' homes cradle loud bustle and sweet words. He has nothing but a handful of decent features and stark words.

Isabelle is struggling to balance school and sex, her beliefs over boys. She's a slut to some, tutor to others, and ravishing in platform heels. Izzy doesn't want school however, and she doesn't want to swing around on a pole. She wants beaches and smoothies, berries and honey, tranquility over frenzy.

Jules is a mute, soft-spoken boy with screaming works of art. He's told his looks could bring girls to their knees, but the very thought sends him to retch in the bathroom. He sends a paintbrush swirling across canvass, dragging out bliss and artfully woven horror. Jules doesn't want sluts hurtling themselves at him, he wants one to twine his arms around and hold fast to. Jules wants peace.

Disclaimer: I have no idea what I've done.