TO THE BADBOY WHO STOLE MY BRA

Chapter 1

Greyson

While the guys in the circle fancy about fake blondes with huge busts on the side of their beds, I just couldn't take my eyes off one feisty woman I've seen yesterday punching Nicholas Munoz' face. I wonder what her name is—Rose, Daisy, Flor are definitely not her kind of name! She's too discordant to have a very feminine moniker. Her face, so small, looks the sweetest. If she'd ask me to buy her ice cream right now, I would steal my professor's car keys to get her what she wants. I wouldn't do that honestly—I have my own Audi! She's really like a baby—I mean, her face is. Her eyes, grey, are so eloquent about her character, a pretty face who can kick asses. She is so lucky for herself to have that little pointed nose you'd want to pinch all the time. Damn. Those lips, like cherries, are screaming to be tasted. They are small and plump and almost have a shape of a heart. One of these days, I'll get to kiss her, and she would then be so in love with me.

Oh wait. Who isn't in love with the Greyson Ford? Tss.

"Hey dude, you've been staring at Hayes for twenty minutes already! What are you up to?" Kit notices then snickers at me. "She's not to mess up with."

"What do you say her name is?"

"Hayes. Jordanne Hayes." He answers.

I was right. She wouldn't be that feisty for no reason—Jordanne is a perfect name for my next-girlfriend.

"What's up, dude?" Kit butts in again, tearing my concentration in memorizing the pretty face of my girlfriend.

"How do you know her name? Are you to trying to hit on her?"
"Relax Ford." Kit sniggers as if I said the most amusing statement in the galaxy. "If you're the kind of guy who likes her, you'd rather wish she'll break your heart because she wouldn't, purposefully. But breaking your face or your jaw, she'll gratefully take the chance." He explains which caused my lips to form into curve.

Yeah. That is my kind of girl.

"She sits with us in the same class since first year of high school. That explains it though—you're casted a spell by your hot chic ex-girlfriend, Ariana, to even see another girl in complete limbs existing on earth. You wouldn't even notice Hershey if I didn't drop a hint." He recalls.

This is Ariana's fault then. We dated for more than two years and if Kit didn't introduce me to Hershey, I would never realize how obtuse I was for keeping only one girl while all others dream to have me. While Ariana and I were still a thing, I hang out with some other girls until she found out and we broke up.
Good thing we broke up because I might now want her to stop existing after knowing now that she's the reason why I didn't notice my sweet puppy, Jordanne.

"You really like her, huh?" He dismisses, then glances at her. Jordanne looks at our direction with a lifted brow.

"Stupid. Don't stare at her. No one stares at her but me." I declare, taking full measure of my property.

"Alright." Kit mutters, hands raised in withdrawal while laughing. "She's yours. I don't want my handsome face to be broken anyway."

"She's danger, dude." Romnick butts in who just finished kissing his girl, Steffani. The girl leaves with a grimace on her face—she enjoys lip locking with him not me knowing he just kissed her bestfriend too. "You either like her or dream about ending your own life."

"What are you two? Dastards? Why are you scared of a girl? She looks sweet to me." I say, vaporing intently to make them realize their cowardice who have guts to call themselves a man. Tsk.

"Hey! Did you just nudge my book on purpose?" Jordanne shouts, catching my full attention once again.

"I can pay for that, Hayes. Don't overact on something unimportant, dimwit." Ariana snaps back in the same truculence.