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"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."

"I said I would always protect you." He said stroking a piece of my hair behind my ear. Which sent electricity through my whole body. "I don't need protecting." I said sternly looking up into his deep brown eyes. "Then let me just be able to call you mine." He said flashing me that boyish smile that makes me melt everytime I see it. "I love you." He said, and this time...I actually believed him.

I felt Peter come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, then he slowly began trailing his lips down my neck, I was starting to become weak at the knees, then I snapped out of the trance it was putting me in just before before slipping out of his reach as quickly as possible. "Are you crazy!! I don't want your parents to walk in on us." I exclaim, feeling my cheeks start to blush. "Will you relax, they left two hours ago and won't be back until Friday, my dad's on a business trip." Peter says with a big smirk as he laces his fingers through mine "Oh, right." I say with a slight chuckle. With that Peter closed his door, and he pushed me onto the bed and began kissing me passionately, and the kisses trailed from my lips to my neck and before they could go any further, Peter stopped and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes of his, and just smiled at me, as he ran the back of his hand along my face. "I love you Paisley." Peter says with a warm smile on his face. "I love you too." I say feeling nothing but pure joy as the words role off my tongue. And with that the moment was killed. We were after all only in high school, seniors for only 3 more days, but still only in high school, I sat up on the bed and Peter just sat there for a few moments. He looked at me for what seemed like a long time but was really only a few seconds, as he slowly went to get up off the bed, he planted a kiss on my forehead and with that my conscience had a choice. Either let the moment die or try to save it. I was going to try to save it. I grabbed Peter by his shirt and pulled him back on top of me as we fell onto the bed all over again and this time, there was not stopping, there was kissing and the whole 9 yards. Until I laid there in his bed, the sheets covering every last inch of me up out of embarrassment. Peter and I just laid there looking into each other's eyes. This kept replaying in my head during the cab ride home from the airport.

""Kitten, you're worried about something, and you cannae lie. You're picking at your hands and looking around to clean up my room. Unlucky for you, my room is very clean," he said, "Now what are you worrying about so much?" I stopped picking at my cuticles. It was kind of weird that he could see me doing something and read me like a book before I could even realize I was doing it. I felt my heart pound in my chest. "Well, it's just this whole pretending to date you thing," I shrugged, "How far do we have to take it? Do we have to do it in front of our friends? Do we have to do it in public because obviously we ran into Olivia today and we weren't planning on it. Oh shit, what if she sees you with another girl? I mean, what would happen then? What if she sees me talking to another guy? How long is this going to go on? What if we have to kiss in front of Olivia? I mean, it's not that I don't want to kiss you but--" I rambled on nervously. Iain smirked and walked towards me, and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, and we were kissing." When Kit's older brother, Ben, finally makes it with the girl he's been crushing on for four years, only to find out she's wary of family, he lies and calls his baby sister his best friend's girlfriend, turning everyone's life upside down. While Kit's struggling with the impending doom of college and parents that could divorce at any second, she's also juggling a fake relationship with her brother's hot best friend, Iain. As if that weren't complicated enough, a chemistry sparks between Iain, igniting flames and destroying the crumbling world around them. RATED M for drug and alcohol use and sexual themes

"Sorry to break it to you, babe," he started as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, placing his lips by my ear, "But you were mine from the moment you said 'I do.'" You see, my life was perfectly normal...at some point: college, work, friends, living off of Ramen and Easy-Mac. It was the typical college life that I'm sure many people have lived. But there's one part of my life that only one in a million people have even imagined. When my pretty-much-forgotten father steps back into the picture, that was when my life took a nose dive to the seventh layer of my very own personal hell. This is the part of the story where I meet some people, old and new, get thrown into a twister of unsettling events, and end up locking lips with a guy that is severely hated from my side of the road. S'not that bad, right? Nope.

For a second I turned my back when I felt strong arms grab my waist and pull me back. Reese forced me to sit on his lap as I felt his lips near my neck. "You really want me to leave?" he whispered in my ear with that deep voice of his. "Y-Yes," I stuttered. My heartbeat quickened as he planted a kiss right near my earlobe. Why was he doing this to me!? "But I just got here," Reese repeated. This time I didn't prepare myself since he began to plant soft kisses on my neck, I bit hard on my lips. Reese's hands traveled up my body until they met my stomach, my breath quickening. "Tempted?" his soft but alluring voice asked me. I could've nodded but I was too focused on the fact that his hand was right at my stomach. Instead I turned my head back and smirked before planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. "Maybe," I whispered. * Maggie Rosewood is new to the town, and she's not your typical girl. With a dark past and dangerous habits, she isn't planning on getting any attention from anybody at her new HighSchool. Reese Matthews is the exact opposite. He loves the attention and makes sure he gets it 24/7. But after one good look at Maggie, he will make sure that she is his girl. ****This story also includes self harm and bulimia, just a warning. Also, @XxUrban_��������rXx for the amazing cover. And @LostGirl01Dee for the name.

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

Its obvious that she is nervous. I smile because for someone who exudes confidence, she sure looks kinda scared. "Is there anything you would love to tell me before we proceed?" I ask her wanting the truth and needing to try and calm her down. "Like what?" She asks looking and sounding confused. "Nothing!" I reply walking to her and merging our lips in a gentle kiss. The kiss starts all innocent and then gets more needy. I pull her close to me and deepen the kiss. Her hands start roaming my naked neck and leaving a trail to my chest where she flicks my nipples with her fingers, eliciting a deep groan from me. I lose the towel she has wrapped around her and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me and we become lost in a tangle of arms and limbs. I run my hands down her back, tracing her spine and grabbing for her ass. Its softness is mind blowing so I spank it gently making her moan. I walk backwards until my leg touches the bed. I tighten my hold on her and sit with her still attached to me. The intensity of the kiss and the need to be in her is so strong that I need to get her ready to accommodate my girth real fast.

"Slow down angel" he said. I was confused. He smiled. He bent down a bit and put his hands on the back of my thighs. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist along with my arms around his neck. He walked us back to his bed and set me down. He moved my hair and started kissing my neck again. I closed my eyes and let out a little moan. He kissed my jaw line and then he kissed me. I was surprised. I tried pushing him back but he kept going. I caved and kissed him back. And let me tell you this. He is an amazing kisser all around. He put his hand up my shirt and grabbed my boob. He rubbed the top above my bra then pulled it down. He touched my nipple and I moaned.

I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"