Third and final sequel to The Bad Boy Hit Me In The Face With A Baseball Bat

Flynn Skylar is finally in college. He's now in a long distance relationship with his girlfriend Harley and it seems like they're falling apart. He now has to pick up the pieces of their relationship while trying to help his socially awkward dorm mate Oliver get the girl he believes is right for him. * * * Oliver stared at the Danny. I furrowed my brows and squinted at him then at her. She folded her arms and glared at me. "So you're telling me,"she titled her head," you let your girlfriend go all the way across the country to college and you expect your relationship to last?" "Well...I mean...people do it..don't they?" "And ninety-nine point nine percent of them don't last. You need to get your girl, Flynn-" "Hey,"Oliver smirked at her. "With a face like yours I would never let you go to another country." "Excuse me?,"she squinted at him. I chuckled and looked at the floor, feeling the embarrassment for him. "Oliver." He looked at me. "No,"I looked at him and shook my head. "Why? I mean, she's gorgeous." She had a smirk on her cheek but he had to mess it up. "And with a body like hers-" "Hey,"she frowned. "I am not an object." "But you have curves like one." Embarrassment flushed her face. "I'm sorry,"I sighed. "He's not really good with self expression-" She launched foward to attack him so I stepped in the way. Before I knew it, she had kicked me in the shin with her stiletto heels and walked away. I held my shin and hopped on one leg staring up at Oliver. "Really, man?

Harley Branson is a normal seventeen year old girl in her senior year of high school. Well, if you call wearing black and avoiding people normal. Her life takes a turn when the most popular and wanted boy in school (Flynn Skykar) hits her in the face with a baseball bat and decides to take care of her. * * * "Get off the field!,"I heard one of the guys shout. I ignored him. Danny cheated on me. I had to confront him. He was the catcher so he stooped directly behind Flynn, the batter. "Danny,"I pushed his shoulder. "What are you doing here?,"he looked up at me. Not noticing my tiny presence on the field, the ball was thrown. Flynn, that idiot, swung his bat, knocking me to the ground with one swoop. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was in heaven. The blue eyed angel was knelt down next to me, with his face above mine. "Are you dead?,"he chuckled,"I can give you mouth to mouth if you want?" And with that I got mad.