Preface
Three boys, one girl. None of them are fighting fare and they will do whatever it takes to get her. bạn my be wondering why she is so special, but to answer that câu hỏi bạn have to venture into these boys heads...


Chapter 1
Mika

"Oh no, my new tanktop" Heather wined bởi my side. She was so annoying, but so hot.
"Shut up, Heather" I đã đưa ý kiến getting up from the lunch bàn where hr had dropped pizza, bánh pizza sause on her màu hồng, hồng tank.
As I walked across the lunch room, ducking to avoid fling carrots, I glanced to my left. I caught Kate out of the corner of my eye. I paused and backed up a step. She greeted me with I sparkle of brown eyes, her hair dead straight and half pulled back into a brown braid.
"Hey pretty" I said, forgetting about Heather
"Howdy" she đã đưa ý kiến in her twan voice.
"I got a ticket for that new movie out, bạn wanna go tonight?" I asked as her Những người bạn watched. Her one friend had sunglasses on and I could see my brown hair was messy ontop my head, my light brown eyes a little tired, maybe sneaking out to see Vevo last night wasn't so smart.
Kate laughed"Sure, course, darlun"
I winked and walked away, I'd pick her up on my way bacj from dropping Heather off after are diner.

Chapter 2
Collyn

I stummbled down the steps, running into a group of girls who stared angry at first, then once they saw me they smiled. Stupid girls. If only they knew. But noone knew, so I couldn't blame them.
Bam! I ran into Sam.
"Jesus, God, Collyn. What the he'll?"
"Sorry, sorry" I said, tripping over my feet like always. "She đã đưa ý kiến yes" I huffed out
Sam grabbed my shoulders, his glasses falling down his nose, russel color hair in his brownish orangish eyes. I had to attmet my best friend was strange looking, but compared to my old Những người bạn he was normal.
"Noway! Are bạn serious?" he shouted, causing people to look.
I shock my head stepping away so he could race down the hallway after Annie, the girl I had to ask if she liked him for. It's like we were in 7th grade again
I looked down at my feet as I walked, think about the math homework due tiếp theo that I didn't do, like always. That's when I saw him, Mika. He was leaning against are nicely panited lockers, with a girl under his arm as he whisphered something that made her laugh. He looked over his shoulder. I didn't like the kids attitude, hoặc the muscle he had packed on, but he had game I had to say.
But so did I. I just didn't use it. But if bạn had a past like mine bạn would under stand why I had a pistil in my locker.

Chapter 3
Bobby

"I tình yêu you" Falken đã đưa ý kiến as she shook her blond hair out of a ponytail. She was lying.
I smiled though, hiding my knowledge. Her blue eyes and freackled face were really pretty, and the thought of losing her for something I wasn't sure about was dumb.
"So, bạn happy about the graduation coming up?" I asked
Falkin lit up"Yes! Of course! All my Những người bạn and family togther to celerbrate me. It's gonna be fun."
I was suppose to graduate last year, and this năm was still a little if-e.
"Celebrating you" I repeated.
Thats when some kid hit into me, and like always my temper fuis blew
"Watch it, goddamn" I đã đưa ý kiến pushing him away.
It was Collyn, he was tall, had a tatto on the back onf his neck that was covered bởi thick black, curly hair. He was kinda pale, and when his eyes meet mine they were thêm green this time instead of brown. He wasn't particlly a bad kid, just strang ever sence he transfered here two years ago.
"Sorry, sorry" he mummbled striding away akwardly
Thats when I saw Mika. I looked at Falkin and saw the way she looked at him. I hated that kid. Whatever, Falkin always told me my blond hair tan skin and pale blue eyes were all she needed. Like u could bleievr that either.

Now bạn meet the boys who would bạn want? They all have there problems. Yea Mika jumps around a lot, Collyn had a hidden past that's deadly, and Bobby isn't the brightest hoặc most asertive, but who đã đưa ý kiến picking was easy? I'm just asking... Who do bạn think has the best chance of winning the game for a girl who knows how to play ten times better.