"Oh come on now Levi. There's no need to be threatened. I don't want Kylie... Yet," he said before going upstairs. I replayed those three sentences in my head over and over, pissing myself off even more. That asshole would never have a chance with me. "Don't pay any attention to Tyler. He just wants a reaction out of you," Levi continued calmly before distracting me, kissing my neck softly. I snapped out of my trans and smiled at him. "You know how much I hate your brother right?" Kylie's life is nearly flipped upside down when she's forced to move in with her best friend, Levi, after her own father claims to want no involvement with her. All is well initially, until another problem arises: Levi's older brother, Tyler. Returning home after three years, Tyler proves to be skilled in getting under everyone's skin, but what happens when he begins to find an interest in Kylie? Are his feelings genuine or is Kylie's heart merely a shiny trophy that the brothers will fight over?

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)