My Unwanted Badboy

My Unwanted Badboy

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"A good girl always wants a bad boy" Ryder said, when Vanessa replied saying "Lucky for me,I'm no good girl" Vanessa is not your typical nerd girl she is the school's baddass and player but before she had this personality she was different, and only one guy has seeked that side and that was her ex the jock of the school, Hunter , but he fooled her like every girl in the school. She promised herself she would never love again, but when Ryder, the new badass of the school starts having feelings for her, she doesn't know if that will change, the problem is Hunter wants her back,
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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