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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-02-10T14:21:49-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-02-10T14:21:49-08:00</updated>
  <title>Physics</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 5,677, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;She tried not to hook up with ex-best friends' ex-crushes in her Physics classes. And not to spend the night. And to remember it all. So to have every single statement negated in one single drunken night of apparently epic smashedness, was a little hard to swallow. She read the email again, feeling the familiar slice of embarrassment and apprehension in her stomach.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-02-10T12:01:40-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-02-10T12:01:40-08:00</updated>
  <title>Bryce</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,712, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Because sometimes knowing isn't better; ignorance can be bliss. But he grabs my arm and we both know it's all over anyways, we're no longer pretending that we're something we're not, that the heat in my stomach is the wry turmoil of teenage angst, that we're fooling each other. Because no one is fooled.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-07-31T06:59:25-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-07-31T06:59:25-08:00</updated>
  <title>Chemistry</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3046452/1/Chemistry"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-07-31:story.3046452</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,991, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;They had such awkward chemistry, like noble gases-inert, inept, awakward, bulky, and yet at the same time so fascinating and interesting that they deserved a column all their own.  Mr. James is the debatably sexy Chemistry teacher that Flo can never quite figure out... #3 in the school series!</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-06-05T10:45:55-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-06-05T10:45:55-08:00</updated>
  <title>Blue Monday</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3029393/1/Blue-Monday"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-06-05:story.3029393</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,612, Reviews: 5, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;I had always hated Will Monday. It was his casual arrogance, his studied disregard, his practiced mocking tone. It was his nauseating blue hair and penetrating green eyes-the colors of which clashed, by the way. And then...with his unforgettable smoothness, I was pinned against the car, and my hands were tangled in his hair, his on either side of my hips, bracing us.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-08-19T17:34:55-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-08-19T17:34:55-08:00</updated>
  <title>Math</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2839991/1/Math"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-08-19:story.2839991</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,888, Reviews: 11, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;She was in his math class. Leigh. The name tasted funny on his tongue, like a sour candy that made you pucker your lips, but was sweet once you got to the core. &quot;My favorite color is brown,” he volunteered. “That's the color of your eyes.&quot;</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-08-11T14:48:48-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-08-11T14:48:48-08:00</updated>
  <title>Picture Perfect</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2697117/1/Picture-Perfect"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-07-14:story.2697117</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 1,703, Reviews: 12, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;For every romance that isn't, every girl that's ever been frustrated, every guy that was ever an insufferable bastard. &quot;YOU SUCK!&quot; Chelsea screamed, and then restrained herself. &quot;Hard?&quot; Travis wanted to know.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-07-14T17:53:49-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-07-14T17:53:49-08:00</updated>
  <title>Intellectual Curiosity</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2677191/1/Intellectual-Curiosity"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-05-25:story.2677191</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 3,861, Reviews: 20, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;“It’s not like I like you,” he said, regardless of the fact that he currently had me backed up against the wall, a hand on either side of my head. “This is just…” he leaned in so close I could taste his breath on my lips “intellectual curiosity…”</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-04-07T17:06:20-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-04-07T17:06:20-08:00</updated>
  <title>Ethan</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2657083/1/Ethan"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-04-07:story.2657083</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 510, Reviews: 5, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;“What is love?” He says, and I am so taken by surprise that I answer truthfully. “I don’t know.”</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>evizyt</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/637616/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-11-12T17:23:23-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-11-12T17:23:23-08:00</updated>
  <title>Biology</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2595623/1/Biology"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-11-12:story.2595623</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/637616/evizyt'&gt;evizyt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,552, Reviews: 16, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;She never called him by his last name. To her, he was not Pohly, captain of the varsity football team, simply Andrew. When they met--in a Biology classroom, of all places--she hadn't known who he was.</summary>
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