"You're such an asshole, you know that?" I say. He smirks. "Only for you, darling." •°•°• Blue Ridge International High school. The most prestigious school in New York. Everyone there was well-known, and most definitely rich. Step one foot in it, consider yourself lucky. Anastasia Diaz, daughter of the famous Nicholas Diaz. After the death of her mother, she was forced to go to her father, who then sends her to Blue Ridge. Of course, she hates it. But looking more into it, could it be more of an advantage? Atlas Hernandez, son of the well-known Ashton Hernandez. He's been in Blue Ridge since 15. He's cold, quiet, arrogant, and of course, an asshole. Captain of the school's football team. He's everything a girl would want. The day Anastasia walked in her dorm , never did she expect to see Atlas standing there, shirtless, looking just as shocked as she was. Eventually, feelings start appearing. This story shows that not everyone's life is perfect, as well as the rich, popular, handsome ones. °•°•°•

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)