Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

➶ ➶ ➶ "You're a bad kisser" I said as we pulled away. "And you're a bad liar" he replied as he laughed. ➶ ➶ ➶ She hates him. Why? Because he stole her first kiss. He hates her. Why? Because she kneed him in the ornaments right after. When playboy Sean Handerson decided to steal Liz's precious first kiss in front of the school's cafeteria just to win a bet, she kneed him and stormed out. With his ego wounded and with her first kiss stolen, they became sworn enemies within a day... and it doesn't help that Sean Handerson coincidentally started working in Liz's Grandma's Pizzeria. But as they say, there's a thin line between love and hate. Through endless sarcastic remarks, lame puns, awkward moments, jealousy, shared secrets and even more sarcastic remarks, Liz Summers might have her first kiss stolen by Sean Henderson , but... Sean Henderson might have his heart stolen by Liz Summers. A/N: This is my first book so the development and writing of the story might sound amateurish but please give it a try! I promise you won't be disappointed! :) Feel free to correct any grammatical errors (nicely please) :))

❧♚☙ "Hey! That's my cookies you're stomping on!" My blue eyes meeting his dark blue ones. "What are you gonna do about it?" He taunted, his perfectly luscious lips smirking. "This!" I procedeed to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. ❧♚☙ ❁[HIGHEST RANK: #1 on TeenFiction-31/05/18 and #1 on Jokes - 22/08/20]❁