The Bad Boy Wants Me

Chapter 1

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* Alex's POV *

The bitter wind stuff my face as I walked down the sidewalks. It was colder than usual for a November morning in New York City. I made my way down the subway stairs to the underground station, swiped my MetroCard and passed through the turnstile.

I hopped on the cluttered subway and found an empty seat and say down pulling out my earphones. I scrolled through the songs on my phone and found the song I was looking for. I only put one bud into my ear, so I could still hear the automated subway voice telling me which stop we were at.

"Nice song" murmured the person on my right.

Startled I looked up to see a kid from my school, Ryder Blake, staring into my brown eyes with his piercing blue ones.

"You like The Vamps?" I said a little to shocked.

"Yeah they aren't that bad of a group." he said pointing to my phone screen saying "Can We Dance."

I gave a small smile, any smile at all was unusual for me. I turned my head rested it against the window. I was genuinely confused on why Ryder Blake would be bother making a conversation with me. His rugged look suggested and proved anything but friendliness. tattoos were scattered across his muscular arms and his hair was always sharply styled in a upwards quiff.

He'd been in a couple of my classes throughout our high school years together. he rarely ever talked to me. In fact he rarely ever talked to anyone, unless it was to be an ass to someone. He was usually a pretty mean kid, that's why I was surprised he'd have anything remotely nice to say to me.

From what I had heard he had a pretty weird story. he moved from England with his family hen he was about 10 to Central Park with his wealthy parents but apparently went bad and got all the tattoos and dropped out of his fancy prep school to go to my public school. he hangs out with a group if seniors and he tried to keep to himself from anyone outside his sketchy little group.

I remember back in freshman year when he'd first transferred. He didn't have nearly as many tattoos back then. Bryant Simpson attempted to pick a fight with him, and Ryder layed him out in a matter of seconds giving Bryant a black eye and a couple of missing teeth and ever since everyone has stayed clear of Ryder.

The subway jolted to a stop and I weaves my way through the crowd of people exiting. My school was only two blocks away from the stop and I began walking. I stopped at the streetlight and to adjust my bag.

I looked up to see Ryder next to me. I honestly could care less what he, or anyone else for that matter thought of me me so I was probably the only one in the school not afraid to confront him.

"So why did you take the subway?" I questions in a sharp tone. I take the subway everyday and I never saw Ryder once. Rich boys from Central Park don't just take the subway to school even if they're labeled as a 'bad boy' like him.

He shot me a dirt look and furrowing his eyebrows.

"None of your business, Alex." he shot back.