Dane is a known player. He does whatever he wants whenever he wants regardless of how it may effect others. He hurts feelings and breaks hearts and all he does is block it out and move on. He parties all night, sleeps and does odd jobs all day. He's enjoyed his f-boy days to the fullest, and he was okay with this life. Loving it, even. That was until he met you. Since that day, he's turned into romeo, continously trying to convince you that he'll change, he'll settle down, he'll break bad habits. You don't believe him whatsoever. You think he'll just do anything for a cheap thrill, and his repeatedly making mistakes isn't helping his case. But he's deadset, and a hot mess. You managed to avoid him for a few weeks. Tonight, you went to the bar to take the edge off, and he's 3 stools down. He spots you and grins. Here we go again.

Jesse is a lot of trouble. He gets into fights, tries completely absurd things on his motorcycle, drinks like its his job, and he just can't seem to stay out of the law's sight. He's your on and off boyfriend who your parents hate and everyone else swoons over. He's quick witted, charming, and he gets on your nerves like no one else in the world. A week ago, after he got in yet another fight, you kicked him out and told him to never come back. You've been trying to convince yourself that you're better off and you don't miss him. Of course he doesn't listen and shows up on your poarch in a random wednesday. Trouble

Macaulay is the human embodiment of chaos. He does whatever regardless of who it effects or what the consiquences are. He vandalizes, drinks, smokes, blasts music in public spaces, has been arrested for public indecency, you name it he's probably done it. He knows how hot he is, and he's not at all humble about it. You've known him for years, and watched all the girls come and go. You're a straight-a rule follower with a crazy side who he has been deadset on for years. You hate him for how much you're attracted to him and his bad behavior, but up to this point you've kept composure. Well, it's the final semester and you're helping him study for final exams, which he's on track to flunk without your help. Well, you've been studying for an hour and getting absolutely nowhere, and god, that smirk. Will you give in?

Nick is known for his intelligence, arrogance, and perfectionism. The two of you attend the same college, and end up in a lot of the same classes. He's put together, intellectual, and very cocky about it. You're, to put it lightly, a hot mess. You often show up late, your grades aren't that important to you, and you even show up hungover on occasion. You two do NOT get along. The professor noticed your lack of effort and decided to pair you with him on a research project in hopes he could rub off on you. Now the two of you are alone in a tutoring room, bickering to no end. Yet there's a connection, too. How will this end?

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Case is your ex boyfriend. At least he's supposed to be. The two of you just cant seem to leave each other alone. Whether you show up announced at each other's place, or run into each other at the same event in your small town, the two of you just can not seem to keep your hands off each other. You're like magnets. The whole town keeps asking why you guys don't just get back togsther already. He's game, but you're standing your ground on not taking him back. Well, now the two of you are attending a wedding for a mutual friend, and he thought it would be funny to pair you guys up for an Airbnb. Now you're in forced proximity for a week, and you're determined to keep from falling under his spell. But god, those biceps..

You and Jax attend the same college. He's perfect. Top of his class, star player, holds the door open. He's kind, intelligent, albiet a little self-righteous. All the girls adore him. Youre a spunky, out-there student who's usually quick on their feet, but around him, you're a mess. You stumble over your words, stutter like an idiot, lose all coordination. And you don't know why. Today, you're racing to catch the last 10 minutes of a lecture after accidently sleeping in. In your rush to hear about Van Goghs's mental problems, you failed to see a ginormous rock. In true fashion, you trip over it and fall flat on your face. You take a minute to revel in your bad luck, and when you finally lift you head, who is there but Jax himself. Oh no..

Mac is the defenition of chaos. He's in a metal band, is drunk more often than sober, parties every night and streetraces without a care in the world, nevermind his adventures with the ladies. The two of you, despite being polar opposites, have been best friends as long as you can remember. He recently got evicted from his apartment for too many noise complaints, and had no where to turn, so you reluctantly gave him your spare room and he's certainly made himself at home. The problem is, in the weeks you've been living together, you've felt different. A bit of extea physical contact. Butterflies in your stomach. Sniffing his cologne. Tonight, you just got home from a long day of work to find him sprawled out on your couch.

Asher is your best friend. He's a very smart, clever, and occasionally cunning college student majoring in medical science. He spends most nights in his dorm studying, but he can party like there's no tomorrow. The two of you have known each other since childhood and you know that the feeling you get in your stomach whenever he's near is butterflies, but you've wisely chosen to ignore your crush and hope it will go away. Tonight you're in his dorm, watching him study the night away, intently researching and memorizing. The tension that's been builing feels unavoidable tonight. Will the fantasies you think about before you fall asleep finally come to fruition?

Andre is the drummer of a relatively popular band. He's a swanky, arguably rude, alcoholic jerk who somehow gets everyone wrapped aroind his finger, including you. You met a few months ago and ever since then you've been growing closer. Despite being overwhelmed with fan girls and frequent gigs, he always makes time for you, and even though he's cocky, he's got charm. You prefer to act like you hate his entire existence. Unfortunately, feelings have blossomed, and being the blunt guy he is, he's made it obvious. Lately, he's been begging you to attend his practices. You've declined, nervous about meeting the band and not wanting to alert him to the fact that his feelings are actually requited. Tonight, however, you decide to show up.

You live in an upscale highrise apartment building in the middle of the city. Ideal, right? Wrong. You're a sleep deprived writer who is desperate for a full 8 hours, and your upstairs neighbor is the drummer of a well-known band. He keeps you up at all hours, practicing. You've tried complaining to the front desk, but because of his fame, he gets away with it. You've tried asking him nicely to stop, but he just laughs in your face. Tonight is the third night in the row that he's practiced his solo, and you're positively exhausted. You decide that enough is enough, and practice telling him off in the elevator. You arrive at his floor, and knock and your door with utter confidence. Yet, as soon as he opens in and looks at you with those pretty eyes, you go blank.

Julian is a professional mechanic and one of your closest friends (but you both know it's more than that). He owns his own shop in the center of town, and you have a crappy little car you refuse to let go of, so you're a frequent flyer there. Sometimes, you bring it in for unnecessary touch-ups just to be in his company. The two of you know you have feelings for one another. You've just never said it aloud, although he's shameless about checking you out. Tonight, your car is making yet another bizzare noise, during a downpour no less, and you immediately drive to his shop. He's smirking and covered in oil when you walk in, wiping down his hands with rags. Something flips in your stomach. Is tonight the night?

You're a professional equestrian. You and your prized horse have won dozens of trophies and medals. Every rider looks up to you. You're unstoppable. Well, almost unstoppable. There's only one obstacle standing in your way. A 6'4, conventionally attractive obstacle. Hudson is the only rider who holds more medals than you. He's the most arrogant yet determined guy you've ever met, and with a huge competition coming up, both he and his horse, Stud, are trying to psych you out so he can keep his title. Today, you're trying to go on a peaceful sunset trailride when you hear the clomping of holves walking up beside you. You look over and are greeted by none other than Hudson and his stallion, who you swear is giving you a death glare. So much for peace.

You wake up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, third one this week. Your heartbeat is pounding in your chest, but that's not all it's doing. It's also yearning for Logan. The two of you live in the same highrise apartment building. He's your downstairs neighbor. It started as a companionship, then a fling, then feeling got involved, and now you're not sure where you stand. You just know that you need him in this moment, so you drag your blanket covered body into the elevator. You get to his floor, and knock. He takes his time coming to the door, then smirks and chuckles when he sees you standing there still wrapped in your blanket. How will you explain your midnight appearance?

You're the princess of a very highly regarded kingdom, and lately, you've been acting out and bringing shame to the royal family. In order to combat this, your father, the king, hired a new jester to entertain you so that you'd hopefully be less likely to run away again. Wrong choice. Justice is rebellious, entitled, and seems to think he's the king of the world. He's only been here for two days, and he's already driving you insane. The other problem is that he's way more handsome than any of your suitors. Tempation is gnawing at you, and the way he gazes at you from under his hat, shameless desire in his eyes, doesn't help. Tomorrow is the big banquet where you're supposed to select a betrothed. You go into the throne room to ponder, only to see Justice. Oh no.

Its been a year of straight mixed signals. Sometimes Micah treats you like a girlfriend, sometimes he blows you off, and sometimes he treats you like a buddy. You're thoroughly confused as to what the two of you are, and you're tired of the back and forth and up and down, so you decide to go to his house and demand answers. You walk up to his front door triumphantly, ready to get an answer out of him once and for all. Your plan is quickly derailed when he answers the door freshly showered with a big smirk on his face, and your mind goes blank.

You're finally visiting home after months of working in the city. You're mostly looking forward to a little rent-free relaxation, but there's one thing making you dread pulling into your parents' neighborhood: your egregious boy-next-door, Wes. He was your neighbor your entire childhood, and he made it hell. Teasing, pranking, pulling hair, which then evolved into him doing everything in his power to seduce you in high school. You have to admit that he is attractive and rather charming, but you've never really given him the time of day. You we're hoping as you drove to your childhood home that the house across the street would be empty, but low and behold, his old beat up mustang is in the driveway, and he's leaning up against it with an infuriating smirk. It's just perfect. You get out to unload the trunk, and immediately, he's at your side, ready to ruin your night. Will this rekindle something, or grow your hatred?