Me, Myself, and Him

"I know you're falling for me and you're just afraid to admit that," Raver said with a smug face; leaning in closer until we're one toothpick apart.

"I will never fall for you and I'm not afraid of admitting my feelings which by the way, is what i'm gonna do...." I took a deep breath so hard my nose feels like a vacuum and said, "Raver, sweetie, I rather die than to fall to a jerk like---" I poke my index finger to his man of steel chest, "---you. This conversation is over and is now buried in Atlantis."

He chuckled, sending the hair of my scruff to stand because of his minty breath fanning my face.

"You are so falling for me."

Meet Claire, the girl who used to be loved by everyone. She's pretty, smart, and filthy rich. She cares the people who are important to her, but one of those she loved and cared---betrayed her, been played at, and left her crying in her room. Claire doesn't want to happen that again. Claire has changed, being bullied but she doesn't give a damn, she's strong now and she don't trust people easily; except her friends. She may be pretty but is called as "lez" short for lesbian, because of how she dresses herself.

Meet Raver. The total opposite of Claire. Raver is the typical famous boy of a school, being worshipped by everyone, who wants to kiss the floor he steps at. Well everyone, except Claire. Raver thinks everything he can for Claire to beg on her knees and worship him like a God.

What if fate changes that?

What if Raver is the key on healing Claire's old wounds?

A teen fiction that will make you. blah.blah.blah. punch meh.for le boring and horrible plot.

(Used to be the Me, Myself, and the Greek God but naaaaah. I'm sorry for the 'still-crappy-description-of-the story')