“He keeps talking to you, and you flash him your irresistible smile. Your eyes are on his face. His eyes are on yours.” A guy hits on you. What about your friends? Very short oneshot.

The seemingly unrequited crush on your best friend, the perfect romantic cliche, and you know those always work out. However, when an evil older brother, mind games, and dirty little secrets are thrown into the mix, maybe this cliche isn't that perfect...

The sexy Mr Popular of Thornton 'Rich Brats' Academy wants to date ME, the cynical, independent and dorky scholarship student. Sounds like a fairytale? Not when I accidentally sleep with his misogynistic asshole of a supposed best friend.

It’s funny how the smallest things turn your life around. But nothing—especially people—is ever what you expect. [Oneshot, SKoW Challenge Response]

[PREQUEL and ONESHOT] He's going to make a declaration. She's not making it easy on him, but it's not her fault. Really, she doesn't even know he's there, and she won't until he sneaks up and scares the bejesus out of her.

[ONESHOT] It was one of the gestures and awkwardly innocent conversations that comes straight out of a disarmingly heartfelt movie. I was just an innocent bystander who saw their tentative dance around each other's shyness. It was pretty hard hitting.

[VERY LONG ONE SHOT] Abe Pruitt is going to improve the world, and she's doing it with sticky notes. Jack St. James is going to keep on being bothersome, and he looks good doing it, damn him. Doesn't it suck when the tables are turned? [EDITED]

Rani is trying to figure out how to tell her boyfriend she loves him. Problem is, it's such an overused phrase that it's spawned millions of cheesy Hallmark cards, romance novels, and movies. [ONE SHOT]

Book 1: So I kept having these dreams. These dreams about this amazing guy who, miraculously enough, completely adored me. Only to wake up alone because he didn't exist. Then he walked into my coffee shop one day and things just got cooler...and weirder.

Reese was a good girl. Conscientious, effective, and thorough. Everything in her life was planned perfectly, except for a little infatuation with a certain arrogant brat named Cole Roderick. Oneshot.

What’s a guy to do when being friends is just not enough anymore? Be confused and notice things he never did before, that’s what. And hope it will soon end, so his life would make sense again. Sadly, life’s not cooperating. Complete.

Then I saw your shoes your trademark bright orange converses. Only you would dare to pull a stunt like that while wearing such an appallingly loud colour. [oneshot]

The Prat. He'd written a song about me. He thought it was inspired.

Blair and Matt haven't got along since her brother befriended him. Now it's six years later and Blair is refusing to do any of her schoolwork. When Matt is hired to tutor her secrets neither wanted to share begin to emerge, but will anything come from it?

She stuck her hand in the back pocket of his jeans. “Does this make you uncomfortable?” He smiled and slid his own hand into the back pocket of the shorts she was wearing. “You'll have to try harder than that.” It's funny what games become. [Oneshot]

Jobless & alone, Stanford grad Michelle sells pen and ink drawings on a midtown Manhattan street corner to stay alive. Lonely, she draws the portrait of a handsome, British stranger whom walks by her each day. He sees it... so does his mum. A sweet story.

It should have been the best summer ever: a six week tour with my choir through six major cities in Europe. Sounds amazing, right? I thought so too, until I remembered who was going with me: Kurt Matthews, my obnoxious, infuriating nemesis. Oh joy.

He looked towards my waist before groaning and looking away. “Look what you’re wearing.” Confused, I glanced down, and immediately realised the dilemma. I was in my underwear. “Oh.” [COMPLETE]

[COMPLETE] He was my ex boyfriend's current girlfriend's ex boyfriend. Apparently that's the biggest reason why we should never be associated with one another. But too bad neither of us cared about the morals of society.

Fin I was starting to think he was my bad luck charm. After all, it was no coincidence that I embarrassed myself every time I saw him. Just throw in bookstores, sisters, best friends, blind dates, and dentists, and you’ve got my newly complicated life.

[Complete] It’s not that I was a bad person. Actually, I was quite a good person. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not my fault. And then he walked in. Oh, sweet irony.

Some jerk makes a bet with his idiot friend that he can sleep with a pretty girl. For this task, he enlists the help of the pretty girl's shrewish roommate. Total lack of decency abounds.

Complete He’s Adam, she’s Eve. How could this not work?

It was probably a love of lines that drew her to him. The way his body connected, wrist to neck, hip through shoulder, encased him slim patterns that were mathematical when he sat and near alien when he moved.

Eryn wanted to play on the soccer team at her school. Dom wants to make sure that no girl, especially THAT girl makes it on his team. Can't they all just get along? What kind of story would that be?