Tyler whispers in my ear, "You're just like the rest, all the good girls that want the bad boy. You'll want to change me and have me change just for you. You may not say you want me but, I know you do. Don't deny it Ariel. The good little girl, Ariel wants the big bad boy." His breath tickled my ear sending a shiver up my spine. He smirks at my reaction. My nose brushes his as warm breath hits his neck as I whisper, "I'm not the good little girl you and the whole school think I am. I am a wild child that can't be broken. I run free and fight like no tomorrow. I refuse to say no to a fight or a game. I love being my fathers disappointment because it shows I am doing what I want. Ha, sweetheart, I don't want you to change for me. I am just as bad as Lucifer himself; so why on earth would I want the boy I like to change and be good when he can be just as bad with me?" His grey eyes show lust and amazement. My name is Ariel Peyton Lockheart and I'm 17. My family moves from Florida to Ohio, It's our 'Fresh Start'. Really, it's because every cop and court judge knows my name like the back of their hands. Yeah, I'm a bad kid.

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"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"