Lily P.O.V
I'm just a regular 17 year old girl who loves dance. I mean I'm not incredibly hot, I have olive skin , brown eyes and long, brown hair. I'm 5"2, really tomboyish, awfully clumsy, a proud weirdo and I broke the childish scale. I've been dancing my entire life and when I got an acceptance letter to Juilliard I freaked out. I'm the stereotypical 'good girl'. I'm studious, I love books and I'm not the type of person to date, go to parties and be, what's the word 'bad' but I do have a wild side. Him, Zachary Damion Woods gets on my freaking nerves, all the time. I came to Juilliard to do what I love and I get stuck with him. My partner is an arrogant, cocky, self-centered, over-protective, really as in Greek-God hot, ass-hole. I'm short-tempered; sorry. I mean, I never expected to have someone in my life like him and it's actually nice, he challenges me to push myself harder, just don't tell him that, I'll never hear the end of it; his ego doesn't need to get any bigger than it already is.
Zachary P.O.V
I'm a 19 year old super hot dancer, life is awesome. Ok I know what you think already, you think I'm an arrogant, self-centered jerk who earned the name 'player' cause I've been in and out of the game but that's not me. I mean I am good looking I have pale skin, but not too pale, green eyes and black, shaggy hair. I'm 6"0, and I'm always hit on by any girl who doesn't have self respect. Her, Lily Maria Montiago, I can't stop thinking about her. I came to Juilliard with a plan to focus only on my dancing and I get stuck with her, my partner is an impulsive, cocky, stubborn, childish, feisty, incredibly beautiful princess. She isn't like other girls, she doesn't throw herself at me and she's never afraid to be herself. Out of all the girls I've ever met, she's by far the most amazing and she's also a better dancer than me, just don't tell her that, I'll never hear the end of it; her ego doesn't need to get any bigger than it already is.
-Halee Roe❤
*Completed*
"I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room.
"Why what?" He asks.
"Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends."
He sighs, "I want to know how."
I scrunch my brow. "How what?"
His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it."
*******
Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after.
All except one boy.
He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt.
So the two should be together, right?
That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters
"Love,
Anonymous."
Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole?
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