My first mistake had been re-noticing people in my classes, if I hadn't done that; I wouldn't have re-noticed Tristan Everdeen. I should have known that the moment I had become entranced in those eyes of his-silver, deep, contemplative-that things never would be the same. But of course, I didn't. Because since when does life let you off the hook and just allow you to know those kind of things? *NOTE: This story was written when I was much younger and doesn't reflect my current views on healthy relationships. There are also errors that should be fixed with an edit run-through but I don't currently have the time to do what would basically be a complete rewrite of the book. If this still is good with you, thank you for the support on my story!*

(Sequel to The Bad Boy's Good Girl) "Sorry about the mess," Drew spits as he slams the door to our apartment. I glance around to see if anything's untidy. Just a few boxes, nothing too big. "It's not a problem," Andrew Senior, notorious for being an asshole and my boyfriend's fuckface dad, brushes off slightly. "Not even that messy." With a pointed look towards his dad, Drew growls, "I was talking to Dylan, you piece of shit." *** College, a steady boyfriend, a private apartment and V locked away in jail. Everything was finally falling into place in Dylan Scott's life. But with a preliminary warning from the man of the hour, Andrew Steele Sr., it's suddenly breaking apart again. With drug cartels and gangs out for Drew and Dylan, how can anything work out between them? Not to mention the creepy photography boys. The skanky lingerie modeling coworkers. The midnight fights. Like Kami Garcia said - "Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic."