Love of a Bad Girl

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d, winking at me. The wink made me blush even harder. I could feel the heat

spine. The way she said it-playful, like it was a private joke-only made my blush

that I didn't know, and honestly, I wanted to learn more. She was... different. She had this energ

confident. "What uni are you going to?" she asked, genuinely interes

other sip of my cool Coca-Cola, the fizzy sweetness doing little to cool the heat in my face. The truth was, I had a ton of offers from different

shift the focus back to her. Her eyes sparkled with

e was thinking about it carefully. "I wanna be a tattoo artist or a journalis

e sense. I could picture her with a tattoo gun in hand, covered in tattoos, working on someone's skin with ease. The idea was intriguing. She had so many tatto

her lip out from between her teeth. It was a bad habit-chewing o

terner than I intended. I wasn't sure why it bothere

her voice low and teasing. "You even talking like that gets me all hot inside. And you only tol

or air. "Y-you can't say that," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. The blush

she said, leaning back in her chair with a self-assured confidence that made my head spin. Her grin was playf

a little. "Anyway, pudding," she said with a wink, standing

ade it sound like it was no big deal-like everything she just said

she continued with a laugh, her eyes dancin

f? Why? Was she... was she attracted to me? No way. Not someone like her. She was beautiful, confident, everyth

audible. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to

her twin. I watched her go, every step she took making my che

crowd, I sighed heavily. W

gi

she was so

eemed distant, muffled, as I processed what had just taken place. She was trouble-dangerous, even. But I couldn't

as that I couldn't stop thinking about her. And tha