"The good girl always falls for the bad boy," he sneered and I smirked. "Well, you're in luck because I'm not a good girl," I retorted, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "Prove it." When Andy Deeks moves away from home to attend university, she soon regrets not checking out the details on her new roommate first. Enter Hunter. Arrogant and a bad boy, yet totally irresistible. Andy soon finds herself shedding her good girl shell to teach this jerk a lesson. Dozens of bets, make out sessions and challenges causes Andy to start following Hunter's lead. Cliche story about the girl changing the player? No, the player is changing the good girl, and not for the better. This story has now been published with multiple changes! You can find it on Amazon and any other ebook distributors under 'The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys' (By Katie Hart)

This is an addition to my story 'Bad Boy Isn't My Type'. People have been asking for chapters in other POV so here they are! Please check them out! You don't have to read this, it doesn't add to the storyline of bad boy but it is just a little insight into the extra characters but you do have to read bbimt to actually get what's going on, enjoy!

Gabriella lives a beyond perfect life with her mom, her sister and her boyfriend of two years. She's finally at a place in her life where she is happy. Nothing has, and nothing will go wrong. However, after finding out some devastating news, Gabriella is forced to live across the hall from someone she has only just met, yet cannot stand already. Caleb Andrews. Just out of juvenile prison, Caleb is trying to mess with Gabriella's life as much as he can, attempting to make up for how messed up his own is. But, how thin is the line between love and hate? (#3 in Teen Fiction 06/04/16)

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

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!*