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)

Je m'appelle Nina, je suis une petite grosse de 17 ans forcée d'aller dans un lycée de riche pourris. Avant moi aussi j'étais riche, mais mon père à quitté ma mère pour notre bonne. Depuis je peine à essayer de vivre une existence tranquille dans ce monde de Foux. Malheureusement les ados pourris gâtés de mon lycée ne me laisse jamais tranquille. Franchement je me fiche qu'ils se moquent de moi, mais je supporte pas qu'ils se moquent de ma meilleure amie, Violette, juste parce qu'elle aime des trucs différents. Pour couronner le tout, comme si ça suffisait pas, voilà maintenant qu'un gang a débarqué dans mon lycée. Je comprends pas pourquoi ils ne me laisse pas tranquille, comme si j'allais vraiment croire que je plais à deux mecs aussi canons. Je devrais peut-être aller voir un psy ?