A bad boy with an even worse heart

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A/N does this sound like an interesting concept? If so, please let me know and I'll make it into an ongoing book :)

You looked at him across the room. You know he was bad, you know he didn't like anyone, especially not you. He was reckless, he didn't care!
He did everything his way, and only his way. You found that intriguing.
His cold, dead stare met yours and you quickly turned your head. Fuck.
The class ended and the class was free to go. You quickly went out to find your locker, you just needed to get to the cafeteria, and he wouldn't-
CRASH
You were slammed against the lockers. He was holding tight on your shoulders.
"Do not look at me again, do you understand?" He whispered aggressively at your face. You looked him in the eyes. Now they weren't dead, they were filled with a burning passion. His breath mild mint.
"Do you understand?!" He slammed your body against the lockers again. His eyes were filled with rage, but you couldn't look away. You kept the eye contact.
"No." You said. For a moment he flinched. He hadn't expected that.
"No?" He smirked. He started to giggle.
"Ohh we'll see about that." He let go off your shoulders and went outside. You could see him pulling out something from his inner pocket.
Students around you look concerned at you, as such scene usually didn't take place with people who weren't the new kid.

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