The Bad Boy Next Door

"What's your name?" he asked sitting down beside me. "Natalia," I said shoving my phone into my back pocket. All of a sudden he started lighting a cigarette, which made me leap out of my seat and to stand in front of him. I hate the smell of smoke. "I won't burn you sheesh." He said rolling his eyes as he took in a p...

Roommates (REWRITING)

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Bad Boys Don't Cry

"Grayson, what are you doing?" I asked, slowly, walking into his house. He was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, facing the view of the city lights. Grayson was surrounded by open bottles of beers and alcohol. When he turned around, I did what most people wouldn't do, I looked directly into his eyes. His eyes wer...