g'night psycho, I thought to myself. There was a split second where I wondered who I was talking to, the invisible boy spooning me from behind...or me..the girl who somehow managed to summon him back from the darkest corners of dream world.

FINISHED! I'm the loner with no backbone. He's the school's favourite god. He's at the top of the pyramid, while I'm not even part of the pyramid. Somebody tell me how this is going to work out.

Brody Hansen and I, we had a system. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, but we both liked watching each other undress. That's just what happened when you gave good-looking, hormonal teenagers bedroom windows that faced each other. Full sum inside.

Determined to put the fear of God into the racist homophobe who messed up her best friend, mild-mannered Jane Hazelton resorts to hiring a thug to do the job. Trouble is, said thug isn’t interested in money, he’s interested in her. **COMPLETED**

Detention is not the place where you're supposed to meet your next boyfriend, especially when he's Judd Asher, known pothead and occassional criminal. But he makes good girl Sadie Brown feel something she hasn't really felt before - extraordinary.

He was quiet, brooding and closed off. He sat next to me every class, even following me when I changed seats. He never talked, never looked my way and if it weren’t for that damn Morrissey shirt, I’d have kicked his stalking ass. ONESHOT.

Hannah Ayers and Jake Allen had hated each other for longer than they could remember. But when a car accident leaves Hannah with amnesia, she can’t remember him at all. Jake could use this to a nefarious advantage…or enjoy a clean slate. Tough choice.

I don’t like you. You think I think you don’t like me, but I know for a fact that you’re really in love with me. But now will you be able to make me fall for you? Please, girls like you can’t live up to a guy like me. ONE-SHOT.

What was that rule again? Half your age plus seven? You can’t go below that. If I’m 18, half is 9. Crap, where's my calculator? Okay, 9 plus 7 is 16…and he is 15. 15.5! I mean, should I round up? Or not? What’s six months? That should be fine..ah, hell.

Hi, my name is Kelsey Sanders and I'm too nice to be mean even when I think he deserves it. Even when I'm sure he broke my sister's heart. So why give him mine to do it all over again? Big mistake, Andrew Wiser told me so and he's always right. Complete!

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

I had always been one of the guys, playing rough and getting dirty, so they weren’t exactly lining up to ask me out. Then he came back, he who broke my heart a decade ago, and all of a sudden even my closest guy friends started to notice, as in notice me.

They are dysfunctional and illogical and imperfect and he doesn’t even really like her, anyway. But it’s 2am, and she’s throwing pebbles at his window, praying he’ll come watch the shooting-stars-slash-UFOs with her. ONESHOT.

Welcome to the teenage wonderland: everything from rebellion to self-destruction to, worst of all, love. Fifteen-year-old Allison Moss doesn't stand a chance. Or does she?

I may be somewhat strange, but he's got arrogance down to an artform. I may have thrown a rock at his car, but it's no excuse to concoct a plan to kill me. Honestly, who does he think he is? The nerve of some people. Course language, you've been warned.

COMPLETE! His name was Patrick Fitzpatrick, but he pulverized anyone who dared to call him that. He was an enigma, a mystery. Nobody knew anything completely true about him other than that he hated his name. But hey, I’d always liked solving mysteries.

He had dated girls from almost all stereotypes - cheerleaders, goths, emos, musicians, etc. All the stereotypes, all the girls, except for one - his best friend.

It is said that if you put your name in locker 420, the Matchmaker will find you your perfect match. So what happens when the arrogant spoiled brat is captivated and the matchmaker meets her match?

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

If you want to be more specific, the writing on the desk is what really changed my life. Scribbled across the surface of that life-changing desk in the back of that history classroom was a three month conversation with a boy I’d never even met.

The EAHoDSC is a long-standing tradition for Adelaide and her friends. But what happens when one of her other traditions - the delicious Charlie Harris - joins the fray? You know, besides the traditional inordinate amounts of sexual tension?

"Would you like anything written on the cake? You know... Happy Birthday, Congratulations so and so?" He asked. "Yeah," I responded. "Do you think you could write something along the lines of 'Boys Suck?"

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-

She was just a girl falling in love with the boy who came up to her, out of nowhere, to tie her shoelaces. Oneshot.

He didn't like coffee. Or waiting. Thankfully, she was there to help pass the time. One shot.

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.

forget romeo & juliet, let's be bonnie & clyde.

Winning her over had nothing to do with flowers, chocolate or suave dance moves. He only kept barging through her door to harass her. [OneShot]