The bad boy's broken girl

Meeting Jax Hunter

Hey guys this is my dream bike hope you guys like it too, and I hope you get a chance to read my other book :
Winning the bad boy's heart.

XxxAngel
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Jax(POV)

I have a shitty life. My father died in some gang related thing and my mother disappeared two days after his death leaving me and my little sister Violetta all alone . That day I became like a father figure to her. She was four and I was fourteen at the time, but I had the job and help from Mrs. Plumb, she's the really old woman who takes care of her while I'm at school or at work.

It's been four years and I'm currently on my way to school on my baby, which is a black Kawasaki Ninja H2. I have on my usual black leather jacket and park my bike in the school's parking lot. Let's just say I'm the typical bad boy. The one that has all the girls falling for him and all the guys afraid of him. 

I get off my bike and make my easy towards my locker and my two best friends.

While walking a girl that must be a whole foot shorter than me bumps into me and falls to the ground dropping all of her stuff. It's June so practically summer and she's wearing a sweater that covers her arms to the the tip of her finger, which is kinda odd. She has blue eyes that are as blue as the sky and mid-length hair. She's kinda cute.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." She says in a cute but small voice. I nod and walk around her not bothering to help. As I said, I'm the bad boy. Plus, she's not my type, I think but I do know she's too innocent and weak for my taste.

Valentina (POV)

While walking I bump into a guy that must be a whole foot taller than me and fall to the ground dropping all of my stuff. It's June so practically summer and I'm wearing a sweater that covers my arms to the the tip of her finger, because I need to hide the scars that my father has given me. He looks at me like I'm odd and stares at my face. I know that I have blue eyes but I haven't seen how they've looked in a long time because my father allow me to look in the mirror

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." I say in a small voice to not attract any attention. He nods and walks around me not bothering to help and I know why, his name is Jax Hunter, he's the schools bad boy. You can tell by the leather jacket, biker boots and the bike. Plus, I'm  not his type, and he's not mine, I think. His type is girls like Marcy. Also known as sluts. Honestly I don't have a type , I've never really dated anyone before, but even though Jax isn't my type he is still hot as hell, in mine and every girl in this school's point of view.