There's a hot guy, one you haven't seen before, walking towards you and dozens of scenarios go through your head as to why he is. None of those ideas are anywhere close to the actual reason. "Hey," he says, voice deep and husky as he smiles awkwardly. You can't come up with a coherent. "Whatever you do, don't freak out." And then he's kissing you. Um . . . What the freaking heck?

I wanted my sophomore year of college to go as smoothly as possible. Too bad Asher Ives showed up and ruined it. Maybe it's my fault for drinking with the marching band, but blaming Asher is much easier. My reason for hating him is simple: I made the mistake of kissing him.

"But I love you, Beckett," I admitted, as the rain soaked through my clothes. It was so cold out there. "How do I know you're not just saying that-Like Felicia did?" he asked, then suggested,"You should love someone normal. Like Sam." But I didn't love Sam- I loved Beckett; Asperger's and all.

Sure, there's probably nothing wrong with making out for once in my life with a Mr. I'm-Too-Hot-And-Sexy-Any-Girl-Would-Raise-And-Wave -Their-Lacy-Underwear-Just-To-Have-Sex-With-Me, but I could definitely find all the errors if that kind of guy makes out with ME. Because I'm a freaking nerd, for crying out loud!

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.

In a fit of sudden heroism, Miriam Porter saved a little girl from certain death. But the girl turned out to be the president's daughter. So now who's going to save Miriam from falling in love with the president's sexy son? Oh, shenanigans...

You caught me staring at you the first time we met. I don't remember why I was staring, but I do believe your exact words were, "tormented by my beauty?" I smirked at the comment. / One-Shot

You know those hopeless romantics who sit around watching Disney movies and writing love poetry to no one in particular? Yeah, that's me, but I'm still looking for my prince charming. But have I yet to meet him, or have I known him all along? COMPLETE!