Mitch (Miu) is everything Lea (Lena) hates. Daughter of a powerful conglomerate, Mitch walks through life with porcelain skin, a disarming smile, and too much ease. She's a bright eyed freshman who stumbles into the university theater club and straight into Lea's line of sight. Cold, composed, and guarded behind walls she built herself, Lea earns everything through grit and sacrifice. She's used to fending for herself. And people like Mitch? For Lea, they're distractions at best, trouble at worst. But Mitch has only one focus: Lea. And Lea has no time for a rich girl playing pretend... or so she tells herself. Years later, fate pulls them back together under brighter spotlights and higher stakes. But time doesn't make the truth any easier to face. Because falling for Mitch was never in the script. And this time... Lea might be too late to rewrite the ending.

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)