When being blonde, good looking and a jock isn't enough, you bring out the big guns. Swear words, wildly made assumptions and petty revenge seemed like a good alternative. And who knows, maybe you'll get your girlfriend back once all of this is over.

He wished he could say sorry for things he couldn't apologize for. A shittyass van, a long drive, and the people they picked up. Maybe there was someone yet to change his mind about the world. Or maybe he was meant to change hers. OneShot.

She sat by herself, crying her eyes out, the poor thing. He wrapped his arms around to comfort her and allowed her to cry on him. He used his left hand to pat her on the back sympathetically while his right slipped into her purse. ON HOLD.

I'll chase and stalk him until he is mine. I'm pretty determined. Unfortunately his best friend thinks my existence is pointless and I'm unworthy. And, well, he's pretty damn determined too. / Left up just for comparison with my writing then and now.