Talk to Me

Additional description. 

A young man who has many characteristics of a naughty boy: he's independent and willful; he does what he wants when he wants; he doesn't follow trends, they follow him; he often looks scruffy, but hip; he's not looking for trouble, but there's a sense of danger about him. For these reasons and more, he's irresistible to women. He's a heartbreaker with five o'clock shadow. This was the definition that Mark Harrison gave to the term, bad boy. Out of all of the people in the world, out of all the 7 fucking billion people in the world, this is the guy fate has given me. Jace Walters. Otherwise know as the schools bad boy, something I never took literal, yet everyone else did. 

Jace never fazed me, I had no interest in him like every other girl in the school did. I guess that's what he found so interesting me, it was certainly not my good looks or slutty personality, both of which I did not have. Although my mom would beg to differ, about the good looks that is, not the slutty personality, that would be sort of sad if my mom claimed I was a slut. Point is, I never really cared to get to know him, that was until my family decided to take him in after both his parents died in a terrible accident that no one to this day can fully explain to the broken boy. Most people would look at this like a bad thing, believe me at first, I didn't think I would be able to survive living with that beautiful cocky bastard, but there was a side to him, behind all those tattoos and criminal records, there was a good side to him, one that I saw shine through all the bad.

That side made me fall in love with him. Yes. Love.

I  was In love with Jace Walters. And he was in love with me.