Codie. Good girl. Straight-A Student. Top of the class. What’s that saying? Fake it till you make it? That’s my plan for the rest of school. Work hard, steer clear of any distractions, and love can come later. A lot later. So the last thing I expect to find myself doing, is making out with a total stranger just to piss of my ex. Problem is, this stranger’s kisses have me melting like ice cream on a hot summer day. Unfortunately, he also happens to be the school’s infamous bad boy jock, Jax McGraw.

I always imagined that being the smart girl in college would be totally different then being the smart girl in high school. Oh, how wrong I was. Popular girls and cliques still exist in college — and they’re in the dorm next door. But I should’ve known better. I made the mistake of going to MSU, a football school that worships their athletes almost as much as they do Monday Night Football. And the jocks of this school are essentially kings. Kings, who are only good for one thing: dirty daydreams. Not that I have time for that.

There’s a legend at Waylon University: The first girl you kiss freshman year at the bonfire party is the one you’ll never forget. She’ll crawl under your skin. She’ll spark a passion so fierce you’ll burn the world down to possess her. You might even put a ring on it. But...timing is everything. That kiss can go horribly wrong. She might run in the opposite direction. And boy, did Serena run. 

River Tate is a god on campus. The king of football. A tattooed bad boy with gunmetal eyes that see right through you. The only chink in his armor is HER, the girl he pretends doesn't exist, the forbidden one with the shy smile and lavender hair. Anastasia Bailey is a nobody.

Lola - I almost have everything I ever wanted. But none of that comes without hard work and sacrifice. I don’t believe in luck - and the future isn’t something I leave up to chance. And now, everything is almost in line. I just need a few killer exclusives to take my career to the next level. That’s where they come in: Christopher Madden and Walter Sheppard. I expected a few encounters would lead to some good gossip, but I never expected it to lead me to a passion I never knew existed - especially when I have a "sort-of" boyfriend.

I just wanted a normal senior year. I wanted to catch the eye of my crush, Daniel Garcia, and live like a normal teenager. That’s until Logan decides he won’t let me out his sight. He ruins my chance with Daniel, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him come near me. Too bad he’s a stubborn jock with no regard for rules. I’ll fight him with all my power. But this might be a battle only he can win. 

Cutler Ryder was everything I wasn’t. He was the hockey star. I was an outcast. He was best friends with my stepbrother, that same stepbrother who hated me. His two parents loved him. My mom was a junkie. My dad barely knew me. Years passed. I got my life together. Cut went onto NHL stardom. Then there was a text. 

A freshman at Presper University, Nina is excited to be roommates with her best friend, Sydney, until she learns that she’ll be staying with his new boyfriend, Henry, instead. Before Nina and Sydney can get into a heated argument, their new Resident Advisor, Monica, stops by to go over the rules. Monica is very strict, and since the East Tower houses both genders and all four grades, a student count is performed nightly, making sure everyone is where they are supposed to be. 

He’s, like, literally the worst. Oakley Davis is the star running back at our university and the reason I’ve broken my vow to avoid the college party scene. Thanks to a mix-up with my advisor, I’m now serving my public relations internship as a glorified babysitter to the party-hard football players.

Mascen Wade, star pitcher of the Aldridge University baseball team, is a lot of things. Rich. Hotter than sin. The campus’ reigning bad boy. We knew each other once upon a time, but even if I’m named after a princess, it doesn’t mean my life is a fairy tale. My plan is to keep my head down, get my degree, and leave this town. But the moment Mascen Wade recognizes me, all my carefully laid plans come crumbling down. He’s decided he wants to make my life a living hell, but I’m not so easy to push around. 

I haven't seen her in three years. I haven't talked to her since the kiss. So why am I on a plane, flying across the world to spend a week with her in Germany? One word: Pops. My life’s a mess. My possible football career is hanging on by a thread. I'm driving the roads of Germany in honor of Pops with the one girl I can never have. And I’m sharing a bed with her, the girl I've measured everyone else up to, while desperately trying to not to touch her. We made a pact growing up, never to get romantic with each other - never fall in love. 

It started with one night out with the boys. She was the hot diner waitress putting herself through school. I was the rich, arrogant player everyone misjudges. On paper we didn’t match. Yet all it took was one day. One single day to change her mind. She's changed me. But, for some reason, I feel her slipping through my fingers and no matter what I do, I fear I’m going to strike out with the one and only girl I’ve ever fallen for.

Marisa’s been my best friend since third grade. And now, she needs my help - and a place to stay. Senior year was supposed to be the year to keep some distance until the season finished and my draft prospects were safe. But resisting her is becoming impossible. Movie Thursdays under the blankets. Study sessions on my bed. Wild party nights where I kept any guy interested at bay with a single glare.

I'm your average girl at your average high school, trying to figure out my place in life. After catching my now ex-boyfriend messing around with my now ex-best friend, I've made some big changes. No more band, no more backstabbing friends and no more boring old life. Now I have new friends, a new job and new interests. But there's a certain someone who's interested in me, and I don't get it. Jordan Tuttle could have anyone he wants. He's the most popular boy in school.

"Hard pass." That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse - and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some - but I know better. "Pay up." That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse.