A well grounded college freshman convinces her overly protective parents to let her move out of state for school. Amongst her first day she runs into Bizzle. The schools trouble boy who only attends the college to sleep with girls and continue his "career" as a street fighter. It only takes a few weeks and both their worlds seem to have tumbled out of place. What does the future hold for them? What did the past have to do with it all? What is love anyway? And the ultimate question being, Who will teach who to behave?

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)