Inclined by her ambitious parents' advice, Clementine Cruz is forced to spend her six weeks off school in Mallorca. She hates the idea of being limited to one expectation for such an extended period of time. Nothing has ever been able to demand her attention enough. Regardless of the fact, she is expected to wish time away at a prestige beach resort. In a foreign country. As a lifeguard. Problem is, she can't swim. As if the fact isn't bad enough, she is assigned to be taught lessons from the broody and notoriously rebellious Angel Delgado who only agrees to help her in exchange for one thing. Her undivided attention. ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ ⃗ Angel takes a step into my space, leaving our chests only mere inches away from each other. "You, Clementine, are loud-" He takes another step forward, forcing me to take one backward. "-nosey-" Another step. "and ignorant." He takes one last step and I feel my back hit the wall. I almost think that he may begin to start jabbing at my chest like I did to him but then he hooks his finger around my necklace and slightly tugs at it so that my head is no longer resting on the wall. "You don't listen to instructions-" He tugs me closer. "-you think you're so funny with your smartass-" Another tug. "and you think that you can one-up me in every single situation." He tugs at my necklace again leaving his lips to hover a quarter of a centimetre away from mine. I close my eyes as he closes the gap. It is not a kiss, merely a brush of lips as he whispers into my mouth, "So I don't fucking like you."

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

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)