Hurricane Barbara

"Oh so you're little miss perfect?" A smirk was slapped on his face. "One of those good girls, who does everything they're told." This comment came with a snort.

"I guess you could say that," I had my arms out to balance myself on the wall I was walking on. "Come over here and help me down." He did and I put my hands on his shoulders, I jumped down making sure my body brushed his as I made my way to the pavement below. I clasped my hands around his neck and pulled in a little closer. My lips were right next to his ear and I could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "But good girls are bad girls," I paused for a dramatic effect, "we just don't get caught." I clicked my tongue and moved away walking towards my bike in the parking lot. I glanced over my shoulder to see he was still frozen in place, hands still held out where he had been holding my waist. My skin was still burned from his touch.

I pulled on my helmet and revved my engine, successfully getting his attention back.

"Hey wait!" I didn't wait, instead I took off and didn't look back. I may be a 4.3 gpa student with a colorful resume that included multiple varsity sports teams, academic clubs and arts programs but I was not little miss perfect. I just did everything perfectly.

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Barbara, preferred to be called Bobby, is leaving her home in San Francisco to live on the paradise island Maui. Her parent giving her no option. Immersing herself in a whole new culture she is quickly overwhelmed with all the sudden changes in her life. She wants to run away, but where do you go when you're surrounded by water? Right into the arms of the most beautiful boy you've ever seen. Obviously.

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