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.

"Oh, just go away. Fuck, why are you even bothering anyway? You've never met me before in your life. Why didn't you just walk right past me? Most people would have." "Well, maybe I'm not like most people. Or maybe you just underestimate most people." In which they meet under a plastic kiddies slide, and he's not sure she means it when she says she wants to see him again.

I couldn't fathom a thought at the moment so I just nodded my head, and the smallest bit of a smile appeared on his beautiful face. My heart beat sped up, my skin tingled from his touch, and I felt my mouth dry just at the thought of his lips against mine.

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.

Two words. Aiden Walker. Want to know more about him? He bugs me on a daily basis. He's a quarterback. He has a thing for brightly colored shirts. I guess what I am trying to say is this: Aiden Walker is annoying. Amen.

I really wish I was better at come backs because Mr. I-already-stole-one-of-your-pens-can-I-borrow-another? had yet to do much of anything but annoy me, and steal my pens, and now he was following me around and making me fall for him. Jerk. ONE-SHOT

[COMPLETE] I'm a good girl. I get A's. I don't give my mom problems. So how did I get in a shouting match with this cute guy in the Principals office? And why did my Math teacher pair us up for tutoring? Doesn't he realize that's a recipe for chaos? [SEQUEL UP] *FAIR WARNING* This story is 8 years old and is cliche with some cringe-worthy dialogue and scenes. Read at your own risk!

And why do we need to go to the mall today?" "To fulfill my New Year's Resolution." "Which is?" "To kiss every guy I see in the next fourteen hours." Oh, isn't life hilarious?

Nila talked to nerdy boys, who played World of Warcraft, who read Starship Troopers, who were on the debate team. Not boys like Brice Abrams, who played football, baseball, and a little pick-up basketball on the side. -previously published under tastethekiss-

The moral of the story, you ask? Well, quite simply, don’t get your mail at exactly 6:37 AM after going on a ten mile run… unless you want to fall in love. Cheesy? I think so.

Taylor, who works at a greeting card store, wants nothing more than to be given a Valentine of her own. But what happens when she has to sell one to the boy she secretly likes?

“One game, eleven points,” my crush challenged. “If you win, I take you out on a date.” My eyes widened. “But if you lose…” Oneshot.

- ONE-SHOT - My Home Economics teacher could not be any crueler than to pair me up with Blake Robinson who other than being my one and only crush, also happened to get on my nerves better than anyone else on the planet. Cliche anyone?

“I’ll sell my body, I don’t know.” He ate another cookie. “THIS IS SO GOOD. I want to have epic sex with your baking skills.” An instructional guide on how to snare males in the trap of awesome cooking.

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?

I wasn't as beautiful or kind as Cinderella, but in my defence, he was no prince charming either. Heck; the only thing Cinderella and I had in common was two dumb stepsisters and a cruel stepmother. And it wasn't a castle; it was high school

He was gone the first time he heard her laugh. one-shot

“And if you’d let me, I’d give you Post It Notes as paper planes.” It was funny how I never saw that declaration of love coming. A Very Rough Draft.

“Did you honestly,” he panted, pausing to grin, “Just compare me to a Greek sex god?” Oh, he so wasn’t going to let that go, was he? -- Aphrodite never saw this coming...

ONE-SHOT The first time Tyler Harrison talked to me, he called me a fat, ugly cow. Being in kindergarten, I just cried and then socked him right in the face.

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.

[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]