Bad Boy Meets Good Girl

I lean my back on the bench and watch her. She's walking, wearing those thick eye glasses, with her hair up in a messy bun and lots of books in her arms. You can notice the old, worn out black converse she's wearing every single damn day.

I continued to watch her like a hawk watching his prey. But I'm not a hawk, and she's definitely not my prey. She's not my type. She's simple, smart, kind and naive. She's too good for me.

We're completely opposite.

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I walk down the hallway and can't help but notice him. He's sitting on the bench, wearing his famous handsome smirk, with his sexy yet messy brown hair and lots of beautiful cheerleaders in his side. Everyone can notice the black cozy leather jacket he's wearing every day.

I can't help but continue to side glance at him like a whipped fan girl. But I'm not a fan girl of his, yet I completely fell for him. He's not my prince charming. He's a gang leader, a sexy heart breaker, rich kid, and a dangerously handsome playboy. He's bad for me.

We're completely opposite.

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