Ciera Knowles is an average seventeen year old girl. And she seems to hide her pain well. Her sister is only older than her by a few months, yet, she seems to be the favorite of everyone. Ciera's family doesn't support her in anything and favor her sister Clara, over her. No one sees her. But then one fateful day, she finds out an exchange student is moving in with the rest of her family. And despite his arrogance, his lack of smiling, and not wanting to share anything with anyone, Ciera finds herself wrapped up in him. Because he's the only one who truly sees her. EXCERPT: "Yeah. You do sound stupid, because I do smile." "No, you don't." His intriguing blue eyes locked onto mine, holding me hostage. His gaze was so intense I wanted to look away. Or not. I wasn't sure anymore. "I smile at you, isn't that enough?"

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)