The Bad Boy and The Tomboy is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Nicknames, a love of soccer, and school rumors are all the bad boy and the tomboy have in common. But if they give each other a chance, will they find something more? ***** Seventeen-year-old Macy Anderson is a tomboy that plays soccer, hangs with the guys, can't stand girls (except her best friend Jasmine) and doesn't know who Sam Cahill is. But when the pair unexpectedly meet, everything goes downhill from there. Because Sam Cahill is the school's bad boy, known for skipping classes and getting into trouble. Not to mention his cocky attitude, British accent, and magnetic charm, which seems to work on all the girls -- except Macy, who has a rule not date in high school. But when Sam starts showing her his moves (on and off the soccer field), Macy begins to see a different guy under the leather-clad exterior. Will that be enough to convince her that he's the one guy worth breaking the rules for? [[Word count: 300,000 - 350,000 words]] [[2015 Watty Winner]] All Rights Reserved- ©nikki20038

Alexander grabbed my hand and practically dragged me through the crowd, into a hallway and then opened a random door on his left, dragged me in and slammed the door shut, "What -" I was about to yell at him but his lips crashed onto mine and it made me fall back against the door he had just closed. His hands pressing my hips against the door and my arms on his chest, his lips against mine was perfect, he bit down on my lip and I pushed him off me so our nose barely touched and we tried to catch our breaths, "What was that for?" I asked. "To shut you up." He smiled and let go of me taking a few steps back. I still leaned against the door afraid if I tried to stand alone I'd crashed to the floor. I crossed my arms and tired to look mad, I mean he did interrupt Darrell's little conversation with me. "What is so important that you had to pull me away from someone Professor?" I pursed my lips trying not to think how moments ago he had his soft lips on mine. "How's your paper going Madeline?" He asked looking thrown off his game, I let out a loud laugh. "You did not pull me away from a very sexy man to ask how my paper was going Mr. Daniels!" ----------------------------------------------- A story of how Madeline Winters is introduced to a new type of fun and runs into familiar faces.