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.

Tristan Stiles is the bane of my existence. He never wears a shirt. We can’t seem to stop fighting. He’s an arrogant playboy with a filthy reputation. Sure, I had a crush on him when I was fourteen but that was a long time ago. I know better than to trust him. I just need to survive long enough to find a new job and get a new place. And not accidentally let Tristan show me exactly how well-deserved his reputation is.

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.

Theo Brooks is hard not to notice. With his coy smirk, rock-hard abs, and skilled agility on the ice, he's the cockiest of all the jocks and, unfortunately for me, my new roommate. When Admissions mixes up my first and last name, and I end up living in the male dorms, I feel my perfectly tied schedule loosening with every string Theo pulls. And he likes to pull every single one. It isn't until I find out that my long-time boyfriend is sampling other girls that things get interesting. Theo proposes a solution to my problem.

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.

It all starts with a bucket list and a romance novel…. I’ve known Ryder McAdams my entire life. We’re neighbors and our families are besties. He’s also friends and teammates with my younger brother, Maverick. But Ryder and me? We’ve never been close. In fact, I’ve always gotten the distinct impression he doesn’t like me very much. He goes out of his way to ignore me. Know what makes it worse?

Trust me when I say that Rowan Michaels fever is alive and well at Western University. His fanbase is legendary. The guy is a major player. Both on and off the field. Girls fall all over themselves to be with him. They fill the stands at football practice, show up at parties he’s rumored to be at, and basically stalk him around campus. It’s a little nauseating. Don’t these girls have any self-respect when it comes to a hot guy? Fine...I’ll admit it, he’s good looking. If you’re into that kind of thing. Which I’m not.

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To me, it was a no-brainer. What better way to pass the time during the world’s most boring sport? If my best friend is going to guilt me into attending a Coyotes game with him, I’m definitely bringing a book. But who could have predicted star pitcher Carter Barlowe would spot me in the stands and give two flying fastballs that I was more interested in my novel than in his return to the mound? I had never heard of him before that day. Now, he’s made sure I know exactly who he is and what he wants. Me.

I never planned on seeing Grayson Kilpatrick again, for a few reasons: 1. I didn't have a way to get in touch with him. 2. He'd been recruited to play football for Ohio. 3. He pretended he didn't know me when I tried to tell him I was pregnant. I have built my life around a new set of goals that I determined as soon as I had my son. My parents have helped out while I've been at school. I've had a plan...and now, I'm moving forward...until Grayson Kilpatrick makes a reappearance and upends all my plans. Again.

Mia Stanbury is the quintessential girl next door: smart, beautiful, and determined. She’s got it all going on. Is it any wonder that she’s been on my radar for as long as I can remember? We’re talking middle school, folks. I’ll admit that I’ve made a few boneheaded mistakes as far as she’s concerned, but what can I say? I’m a dude. Sometimes I think with the wrong head. We’ll just chalk it up to one of the hazards of having a Y chromosome and leave it at that.

When I walked up to the closest guy on the quad and mauled him with my mouth to escape my overzealous ex-boyfriend, I had no idea he was the stupidly hot star of the Pierson University basketball team.

The uptight valedictorian lost a bet, and now the whole school’s talking about her kiss with the cocky quarterback... It's just one kiss. That's what everybody at the end-of-summer party says when the bane of my existence wins a challenge and demands a kiss. But it's not just a kiss because everyone knows we've been enemies since kindergarten. So when school starts up, that kiss is all anyone's talking about. Even my crush has taken notice, and I think...maybe he's jealous? And suddenly my enemy's plan to use this rumor to our mutual advantage doesn't seem so crazy, after all.

There was a time when Skye Sinclair was my entire world, then she dumped my ass and took off. Now she’s back, waltzing into town three years later like nothing happened. She’s hoping we can coexist on campus until graduation. That’s not going to happen. One run-in is all it takes to realize I haven’t moved on. I still want her.

Rule number one for becoming an NHL team’s social media manager: Don’t hook up with the star center in an elevator a week before starting your new job.