Hello I guess you could call me an author since I like to write books. The latest one I 'm working on is Hearts, Confessions & Clueless. Here's a short Intro.

Hello, It's me Bella. That girl who just sits in the back of the class staring out the window all dumbfounded.
I never thought my life could get any worse. An annoying mom, one sided crush (Who probably doesn't even know that I exist) and a school filled with immature jerks, and girls who are stuck up. Don't even get me started about the teachers!I had no clue what was going to happen. I mean out of everyone in the world why me? Out of everyone in the state of California WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME?

Title Hearts, Confessions & Clueless
Genre Romance Comedy School life
Chapters 35

The story is about a girl by the name of Bella Stewart. All her life she had never fit in with her age. At least until now that is. After meeting with "The Prince" of the school her whole life suddenly changes. In this book Bella has to over come the trials in her life and somehow separate a juicy love square that has formed.

Looks interesting. ^_^

Is this done already or are you still currently writing?

Thx and It's almost done. I had to start another project to create new ides for H,C&C but I'm back to working on it. I've begun to cut it down to a nice ending that I hope people will like.

Will you post your chapters in this thread? -_-

Sure but all of my work for it is hand written so it'll take some time to type it. I've already gotten the first chapter typed.


Chapter 1
Bella’s the Name

Hello it’s me, Bella. That girl who just sits in the back of the class staring out the window looking all dumbfounded. I never thought that my life could get any worse: an annoying mom, a one-sided major crush (who probably doesn‘t even know that I exist) and a school filled with immature jerks. Don’t even get me started about the teachers! I had no clue what was going to happen. I mean out of everyone in the world, why me? Out of everyone in the state of California, why did it have to be me?
It all started August 1st, my birthday. It was on a school day like usual and even if it wasn’t I doubt we would have celebrated it. “We” meaning my mom and I. My moms name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls her Lizzie. She had a husband, but just like everyone else, he left us. She’s been laughing and having more fun recently. I know that has nothing to do with me and a lot to do with her new Bf, but whatever makes her happy is okay in my book, I guess?
“Bella, Bella” she called for me from across the room. “Don‘t forget your lunch box I made you.”
MOM, GOSH! It’s not like its embarrassing enough that I have to take my lunch box, but to have you call me every morning is a little bit too much.“ Thanks, mom” I said as I tried to force a smile on my face “I would have forgotten it if you hadn‘t had caught me right then” which was kind of the plan.
“Hurry Bella or you're going to be late!”
“Okay mom”
I have to walk to school cause I don’t have a driver’s license. My mom wouldn’t let me get one and for some reason she thinks that I’ll kill myself in one. I don’t know, she still hasn’t figured out it’s the 21st century yet and sometimes I really do wish someone would give her a little wake up call it’d make my day a whole lot easier.


Today is my first day as a Junior at my high school. For some reason everyone keeps asking me if I’m excited or not. My answer to that was “Of course I am!” I mean who wouldn’t be? It’s another freaking year at the same place with the same freaking people that I absolutely loathe. Of coarse I’m not excited!
Currently I go to the all so famous Golden Gate school of perfection. If you couldn’t tell that by the name that it’s a private school then you’re an idiot, and before you ask, yes, we do have to wear uniforms and……
“Oh my gosh, oh My gosh! It‘s him he‘s here” a voice from the distance yelled. Great here we go again.
“Brett, Brett‘s here! Ah……h” a group of girls squealed
Great, not only am I running late but I have a bunch of fan girls blocking the gate. Why can’t he ever be a good boy and enter from the back? Oh wait, no that could never happen since that would be making my life a whole lot easier.
The one stepping out the car is Brett Ashton a.k.a Prince. That’s what everyone calls him anyways. He’s supposedly the hottest and number one most athletic boy in the school and of course he’s smart too. Oh, crap. I need to go or I’m going to be late.

Well that was fun, for a second there I thought I wasn’t going to make it.
“Alright everyone take your seats” Mr. Wingert yelled as I entered the classroom.
“Today I will be assigning seats. Look on the board to find where you‘ll be moving until I decide to move you”
He said in a friendly tone which was what was unusual since he was practically evil. “If I see anyone out of there seats I‘ll place you in the back corner where the rats are at least it’ll give them something to nibble on besides my desk. Anyway, do I make myself clear?” Well that solves it, he’s back to normal.
“Yes sir” the class replied in unison which was kind of cool and creepy at the same time.
“Let‘s see ” I said to myself as I walked over to the seating chart posted on the white board in the back of the room. “Where am I sitting?”
I scanned the paper which had a graph of the room and names where the desk should be. At first I just looked to see where I was and found out that I had a window seat once again. I looked to the side and as I read the name of who would be sitting beside me my happiness melted into what was now hatred.
Oh, great! I have to sit beside him. Yay let's add another memo to having a perfect life…..not! Even if I had to sit with him why couldn’t it have been in a class that I was actually good at like math or history? Science is a no, and this is like my worst nightmare. Why didn’t I fake sick today?
“Haha I feel sorry for you bro!” a voice said
“Why?” Brett asked and for some reason was confused
“Don‘t you see what you have to sit beside? I mean she‘s weird. All I can say is that I wouldn‘t want to sit beside her and I‘m sorry that you have to.”
Oh thanks! I feel so flattered. This is exactly the reason why I hate boys I mean they’re such jerks.
I walked over and put my things down on the table and he was just sitting there staring at me. I was going to ask what his problem was but then again he probably would have just said it was me. So I just sat there in that awkward silence that we were creating. Until out of the corner of my eye I saw him turn my way
“Hello my name is Brett. It‘s a pleasure to meet you” he said “and you are” Brett was about five ten I was guessing, he was wearing a light tan that fit his green eyes and dark brown hair. I was beginning to see why they called him prince since he fit the profile.
I was fixing to say none of your business and for some reason I settled with “Bella, Bella Reeves nice to meet you too…Brett was it?” Ha ha how do you like that! Nothing hurts a pretty boy more than someone not knowing their reputation. I expected something a little bit more insulting to come out of his mouth but he didn’t say anything. He just turned back around with a smirk on his face. Oh, well? I had other things to worry about than the little Prince sitting beside me. Like where my next class was located. Let’s see I have Mathematics 3 with Mrs. Skzetser? What kind of last name is that, is she German or something?




Okay, I was supposed to be looking for room 308 on the third floor.
“Excuse me, sorry I’m late” I apologized as I entered the room.
Wow, this isn’t creepy at all. It’s so dark in here that I can’t even see my hands in front of my face.
“Justin. Justin. Where are you!” an old woman with blond hair that was about my height yelled as she entered the classroom. “You know you should stop skipping class, you’re too smart for that!”
As I was fixing to step out of the shadows to confront her, two strong hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back into the shadows. I heard a voice whisper into my ear to be still and be quiet and that’s exactly what I did. While waiting patiently I could feel the heat of the person beside me. I felt his quickened breath now calm and then he released me.
“What do you think……you’re doing?” I asked while stumbling to keep my balance. Even though I was angry and confused at the person beside me. At that moment I was kind of happy that he had been there or I would have fallen.
“ Whoa…are you okay?” a mysterious but masculine voice asked
“Yeah thanks I’m alright. But what was that all about and who are you” I stuttered “Well since you didn’t want to be found I’m at least guessing that you’re Justin?”
“Yeah, my name is Justin Meers, nice to meet you. I’m sorry about what happened before. I just really didn’t want to be found”
“It’s okay” I said trying to figure why it was so important that he wasn’t found out.
“To make it up to you why don’t I buy you a drink?” he asked
“Sure, why not” I said trying to put in how much that really didn’t matter to me. Either he didn’t notice or he was ignoring the signs.
Finally able to see him in the light he surprisingly very masculine. He looked about six foot I said to myself as I compared him to my five five height. He had spiky brownish blond hair and clear, but dark blue eyes. With his creamy tan he fit the type of guy you would see on the cover of the fashion magazine for summer boys.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure ask away” he said while giving me that blinding smile that you don’t see on others very much.
“ Well I was just wondering why you were hiding from that person?”
“Oh, her? That was Miss. Renolda, the art teacher. She’s been bugging me about becoming her model for her after school sculpture class.”
“ And you don’t want to?” I asked
“Not really. I don’t like being criticized” he said before slurping his Power-Ade down.
“Who said anything about you being criticized?” I asked as I walked over to the other side of the resting area outside and sat down on a bench in the shade.
“Well” he began “ I think when you portray something you take that person or object’s features and turn it into how you believe it looks or how it should look…and to me it feels just like I’m being criticized. You probably think I’m weird”
“ No, I don’t. I just didn’t know you cared so much about yourself as an artist” I said
“How did you know that? You’re not a stalker are you?” He asked with a titled smile on his face.
“Yes, that’s it. I stalked you. The fact that you have paint smudges all over you and that we were in the art room had nothing to do with it” I stated
“Okay, okay It was just a joke. You’ve got quite a temper don’t ya? He asked as yet again he showed me that big grin on his face”
“Do not, I just don’t like people that don’t have any common sense”
“Ouch! That one hurt” He said as he sat down beside me on the bench.
“Just kidding”
“So why are you so distant everyday? I see you all the time since we used to have classes together and every time I saw you, you always looked so depressed. It’s like your missing something. Like you want to be alone” he said while staring me down with his gaze.
“I don’t want to be like those other girls who will do anything to get some attention. I just want to make it through the year, I don’t really care if anyone notices me or not it’s not like anything is going to change. I will always be the outcast sitting in the back of the room” I picked myself off the bench and walked over to the trash can beside the vending machines that are side by side placed up against the school walls.
As soon as the cup hit the rim of the trash can the bell rang “well later”
“Wait a….” he said as he jumped out of his seat “If only you would let someone in!”






I ran to the classroom before the second bell rang signaling that it was time for class to start to find that someone had decorated my desk with threats. What have I done to get threats? I walked up to my desk to try to get a better view. “Stay away from Justin or you’ll get it” I read aloud to myself one of the threats that was posted on my desk. Justin, Justin, Justin? Oh, the dude with the paint! Why would they know about him? Oh well I doubt I’m ever going to see him again so I’ll let it slide.
I waited patiently as time itself seemed to fly by. When I realized that my first day as a Junior was over. Never did I know what was to await me at home.