It's Never Now (Bad Boy Series)

Stranger with Abs

IMPORTANT READ THIS FIRST!
It's unedited! All the texts that are Italic are basically almost like a diary entry, sort of the narration that people do in their heads like in the shower. It helps tie things together. This is unedited and please don't hate. It's my first teen fiction story. More in to fantasy/sc fi romances

Life is predictable, or at least I thought it was. It was all pretty mundane before someone rolls into town on a motorcycle in their bad boy hotness. I, Ella Finn, will not be fooled. First, I should probably explain to when I first heard about him yesterday.

A new rich family moved in to our little small town Brookeville. Why they would move here, I don't know. Yet the big fancy moving vans rolled down my street, hauling expensive looking furniture and gadgets into a house that was renovated over the summer to look like an old beautiful Victorian house that I dream of living in. Like a romance novel. It always seemed so cheesy to me when a girl strikes rich with a guy in a perfect love story... Let's get back on subject. So yes, the family lived on my street. My town is a cliché in a way. Dearest Mother asked me to bring a pie to the new neighbors. Now I know what your thinking ooohhh how sweet she baked them a homemade pie in a small town and I bet you were your Sunday best. I wasn't.

It was store bought apple pie and I was wearing a loose grey t shirt with light pair of skinny jeans and my hair in a loose messy bun topped off with worn red converses. And that's how I ended up here. Holding a cheap pie in my lazy Sunday outfit of a fancy house with a black sleek motorcycle out front ready to knock on heavy looking carved oak door.

I puffed out a breath of out of my cheeks as I waited patiently. After a few minutes, I started back down the porch steps figuring no one was home until a voice stopped me. "So you must be the happy go perky small town cheerleader welcoming me to the town." I turned around to see one of the hottest guys I've ever saw that wasn't on the pages of a magazine, and where I lived it probably wasn't that impressive.

"So sorry to disappoint, but no. The cheerleader lives on Stevens Lane about two blocks from here. I'm just your neighbor who is here instead of enjoying her few fleeting happy moments of summer vacation." I said as I was discreetly taking him in. He had slightly messy dark hair that you always wondered how they messed it up perfectly and nice cheek bones matched with warm honey eyes outlined with dark thick eyelashes. His sharp jawline and slight stubble as if he forgot to shave this morning. Mystery boy obviously had a nice body, fit and strong without being too bulky. He wore a nice fight white v neck tee over a leather jacket with some designer jeans...... "Well are you going to answer me, or are you just going to keep checking me out." He smirked down at me as seeing he was at least a foot taller then me. My cheeks burned as I realized I really was just checking him out. "P-please repeat the question." I stuttered looking down at the planks of the porch.

"What's your name?" He asked sounding slightly annoyed. "My name's Ella Finn. What's yours?" I met his eyes with new found confidence. I'm not going to let him intimidate me with his looks. I'm not that girl. He looked a little taken back. "Nice name Doll face. I'm Dane. Dane Grey." He stared right back into my eyes. What is this? An old detective movie? "Well, it's been okay meeting you, Dane. But I think I'm to say goodbye and enjoy the little time I have left of freedom." I said turning around after shoving the pie in his hands. "Wait! What do you guys have for fun around here?" He yelled after me once I hit the gravel drive way. "That cheerleader I mentioned earlier probably can help you with that better then I can. Your styles of fun look to match up. Probably see you around!" I shouted as I started to a sprint. Sprinting, was a habit of mine. I decided a long time ago that whether it was a place I wanted to be or get away from I want to get there as fast as I could in my own way. Please don't give me that it's the journey not the destination that counts crap. It's my small ass town I lived in all my life. Running past the same old buildings I've seen a million times will not hurt my zen as YOU probably call it.