I hated that I was attracted to my teacher. I wanted to be like a normal teenage girl and like somebody who was on the football team and be that typical cheerleader-football player couple, but nope. Instead I had to go off and have daddy issues and like my English teacher. Mr. Everett plagued my mind and I can't get him out of mind no matter how hard I tried to! I don't know why but it's like I cant stop thinking about having him dominate me, maybe I'm just horny and need to get laid, or maybe I'm a psycho who needs a psychiatrist. I don't know all I know is that this isn't healthy and I need help before I go insane, that is if I haven't done already. {Updated every Tuesday at 7 am MT }

"Y-you can't be there for me?" Davina asked taking a step back, her hands shaking by her side. "W-what do you m-mean?" "It means that I don't want anything to do with the baby and I'm done with the affair." "Honestly, this is a good wake up call for me that I need to grow up and focus on trying to make a family with my wife. I'm sorry Davina but I don't love you anymore, I have felt this way for awhile now actually." Crack! Davina's hand goes to her heart where it clenches in pain as she stares at the cold expression on Elio's face as he stares back at her. The tears that she was keeping at bay finally cascaded down Davina's face. She doesn't say anything as she just nods her head as she grabs her bag from where she placed it and cleared her throat. "If that's how you feel I'll be leaving, you have a great life Elio," Davina says standing up straight and wiping the tears from under eyes. Elio doesn't say anything to her as she starts walking to the door, her hand rests on the door handle before she turns around and gives Elio one last look before shaking her head. "If you decide later down the road that you want something to do with our child, you're not going to get the opportunity because I'll make sure my child knows that their own father couldn't love them when they were just a cell." With that said Davina walks out of his office for the last time slamming the door on her way out, the tears that were once clogged up in her throat and running down her face like a flood were long gone and was replaced with determination. { Updated every Tuesday at 7 am MT }

"So if Kylie Jenner jumped off a bridge would you?" Mr. Giordano asks raising his eye brow at me. "Sure," I say with a smile which he rolls his eyes to. "Look, I'm just saying nobody loves you if you are unattractive." I say honestly knowing that was what society has given than the idea to. Me. Giordano shakes his head at my answer. "You shouldn't waste your money on that shit." "Are you saying you don't want me to get lip injections?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him. "Yes I am." He says looking at me with his light brown eyes glimmer in the ray of sunshine peeking through the window. "Your lips already look delectable." • SOME MATURE CONTENT! Read at own risk! • Amazing cover made by @sereneur

My life used to be perfect, or so people thought. I had the best grades in school, Parents who pretended to support me every step of the way even if they only cared if I did what they wanted. I had my life ahead of me and nothing was going to get in the way of me achieving those goals that they had set out for me. It was easy: 1) Attend Stanford 2) Get a degree in business 3) Teach at a school close to the coast 4) Finally, be happy (if they'd let me of course) My life was planned out since the day I was born but that all changed when I went down that stupid alley and met a boy, but not any boy. No, I ran into Ashton Blood. The devil in disguise but of course I didn't know that until much later.

"Ace? What are you doing here? Ryan doesn't get home until Tuesday." I say putting my robe tighter around my body as the cold rain splashes everywhere from the wind. Ace doesn't reply all he does is stare at me. I was getting self-cautious from his stare and he shakes his wet hair and walks in and cups my face with his big hands. "I'm not here for Ryan."

I look at the little stick that is showing me my future. A pack of sour patch kids in my hand and water in the other. I put the stick on the toilet seat waiting for my future to be told by one little sign. The timer goes off, letting my frantic mind go crazy. I look at the stick and my stomach drops. There it is. A small little black plus sign.

Aaliyah Fox had a rough life while growing up. She was bullied for where she lived, what job her mom had, how she has no dad, and the typical one because she was ugly. She didn't have any friends. They either didn't want anything to do with her or because they were afraid to catch an unwanted disease from the trailer park that Aaliyah lived in. With no friends to help her out, Aaliyah had to suffer through the bullying that she got every day. It wasn't just because she had no friends to stand up for her, it was because no one wanted to stand up to Tyson Bradford, Rydell High School's star boy, and Aaliyah's bully. So what happens when a project is assigned in one of the many classes Aaliyah and Tyson share forcing Aaliyah to go over to Tyson's, only to have sex with Tyson and get kicked out of the house the next minute? More importantly, what happens when Aaliyah falls pregnant with Tyson's baby?