The life of a girl with a bad boy

alms clammy and my stomach churning violently. I was scared out of my mind. Every nerve ending in my body seeme

e when you've never even met the boy, I reminded myself sternly. Gossip was just that-gossip. W

ed at the edges

contemplate knocking. His door, dark wood and slightly scuffed from years of use, bore a hand-painted sign th

g a ridiculous

heir door when they were ten. It's not like he's some villain plotting evil dee

s energy, before finally mustering up whatever courage I could scr

ts, there's not

I do say so myself) voice breaks the silence

. What now? I hadn't exactly thought past the knocking part. Run away? Change my name? Move to another co

only) defense. If I could make him laugh, maybe he wouldn't murder me an

nder aloud in response to his q

of si

s flatly from behind the door,

That's a li

quickly push forward before he could lose interest and shut me out completely. « Your mom wants you to h

m, like he's moving around or debating whe

name? » he a

e body s

have the chance, my consc

sounds. Seriously, didn't he know who was staying at his house for the ne

hat, » he replies, his muffled v

. My fingers play with the hem of my shirt as I wait for him to

footsteps pad a

to open the door and shove me down the hallway. Or worse, he's

ck so

nd I find myself face t

shirt-less B

stunned into comple

ork of art. His brown hair is styled in a messy, sexy way that looked like he just rolled out of bed-and somehow

there's t

that makes my cheeks b

hamelessly scan over his body. I couldn't help it. It was like my br

tractive than the stories suggested. I

been caught

he asks with a sly smile, his voic

Heat floods my cheeks and I know I'm blushing like crazy

neck awkwardly. « Uh, just appreciatin

irk de

huh? » he repeat

» I add lamely, wanting the groun

ery things to my insides. It's not fair. How can s

ing casually against the doorframe, completely a

h? Your mom's kind of threatening bodily harm if you don't sho

eyebrow. « Dr

dea, » I mutter

fling his hair. « Alright, alright. I'll come down. Let

sappears back into his

ust... w

a frantic drummer. I stumble back down the hallway, barely remembering how to walk properly

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five weeks of living under t