The Bad Boy's First Love

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s today and I'm gonna be late again. I yawned and sat up in my bed while rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then slammed my hand down o

e girl I slept with last night snuggling deeper into my comforters. I sighed. I should'v

aking her gently as I got

y as soon as she saw my expression. She was pretty, with shoulder length light brown hair and brown eyes but I don't do girlfriends and I had already made it clear

yes, which already had smudged liner on them. Now that I see it, she ha

ar. At least I had maids to keep things clean or I'd be walking through a pile of garbage to even get out of

eaming down her face by now and she was going to make a scene in a few min

se I know very well that you weren't! Or have you forgotten your little speech about how you've done this a million times and you don't even plan on staying the night with me? Now get your shit together and get out!" I yelled, losing my pati

y scrambled out of bed and dived for her clothes. After she had them

I showered quickly and dressed in my chosen attire before running my hands through my short black hair to stop it from sticking s

ed college. I want to be just like my older brother, a strong and intelligent officer, or at least that's what he was when he still had his legs. He lost them in a bombing

gulping down the juice. Then I grabbed my keys and made my way out. My bike was already parked on my driveway so I got on and stared the engine. I was about to speed my way out the front gate when I noticed how the flower pots had be

hat match even happened but it did and that was how my elder brother Derek and I were born. I don't know who we picked after since both of our parents had a wild streak but

d been raised practically by nannies. Derek was ten years my senior so he had been off to college even before I had turned eight and then I had

asn't interested in the new faces as some of the boys in this college were. For them new sem meant new pussies, for me it meant some stupid asshole would hear rumors about me and try t

s, know what they were thinking before they commit a crime. My mom often told me, whenever she was home at least, that there were many ways to prevent a crime from happening and s

bike in the parking lot, in my usual spot. It was a spot reserved for me and everyone knew it, even th

ho in their right fucking minds would ever w

to me instead. "I warned her!" The kid was telling me. "But she just wouldn't listen. She

bike. I walked over to the bicycle and was about to throw it out of t

bike and y