Bad boys fall for good girls. If I turn bad, then no bad boy will fall for me. Right? ─────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────────────── I spent my entire life running from my past. Right when I was ready to leave the past in the past and finally move on, the person who left when I needed him most decided to make a grand entrance and fuck up everything I worked hard for. I panic when he's near because his only motive in life is to remind me of the pain and suffering I had endured, while he was gone. He's not the guy you date. He's the one night stand. He's wary, like I am. He's broken, like I am. And everyone knows two broken parts can't ever make a whole. So I try to distract myself the exact same way he does and annoy him as much as possible in the meantime. I'm trying to open myself to love. But the more time we spend exchanging looks and staying away from each other, I'm quickly realizing that the only one I want isn't some stupid hookup, but the stubborn, cocky, abnormally attractive and full with sarcastic remarks boy that I've known since before I learned how to use my feet or even talk properly. The same boy your mother has warned you about. The one my body craves. The only one who will surely break my heart. Again. But what could possibly go wrong when we finally meet in the middle? One word. Everything.