Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

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"I think you've mistaken me for someone who's going to fall for you." "And I think you've mistaken that sinking feeling in your chest for hatred." I closed my locker, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh? then what is it?" He smirked at me, putting his arm over my shoulder as he led me to my next class. "Isn't it obvious? It's love." "Uh-huh. And that slight pain in your stomach is me punching you." He gave me a quizzical look. "What do yo-? Oof!" He keeled over as my fist connected with his rock hard stomach and his arm slid off my shoulder. "Still think it's love?" I asked, winking at him as I walked away. He smirked at me through gritted teeth. "Damn Ryann. You are heartless." I blew him a kiss. "You know it." --------------------- High school was supposed to easy. Ryann was just supposed to sink into the background and not make anymore drama. But after accidentally catching the eye of the schools flirt and bad boy, she knows that it's not going to be an easy year. Especially when people from her past start cropping up, hellbent on destroying the perfect life she'd made for herself. Highest Rank #7 in kickass
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