Supernova

James Kingsley was a normal teenage boy. He was star quarterback on a shitty high school team, had the nicest girlfriend anyone could ask for and even a best friend who understood him more than anything. He had the money, modesty, looks, talent, family.

All in all he was the sterotypical nice jock, labled as the god kid.

Cyrus Everdean was an unusual teenage girl. She was the leader of the town freaks and she wore that lable proudly, she partied, drank and always had a ciggarette tucked in her wavy black locks. She had the freedom, the angst, the sarcasm and even a shitty life story.

All in all she was an abnormal freak, labled as a bad girl.

So what happens to these two's worlds when they are forced together for a term?

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" John Green's metaphor, with the ciggaretts? Never heard of it?"

"So is that a mataphore too?"

"Hell no, who in their right mind would have a blunt and not smoke it?"

WARNING: mentions of drugs, sex and anything else that a slightly unstable teenager would do when corrupting the good kid

Enjoy!!!