Do I Want the Badboy?

Hannah lives the life of a normal popular girl. She has an amazing boyfriend, she's gorgeous, she has the best of best-friends, she's got it all. But what happens when a badboy is added to the equation? ------------------------------------- "Just leave while you sill can," I blurted out a little to fast. " I know that's not what you really want." "It's exactly what I want. I want you gone. I want to be alone. You don't understand. You'll never understand." "I don't have to understand. I still know that's not what you want. I know you want me." "You're kidding, right?" "Nope," he chuckled as he stepped closer, filling the space that was between us. He made me nervous. Mostly because he was right... I did want him, I wanted him bad. "Maybe I want you too Barbie." I tensed up when he said that. He didn't mean it. He couldn't mean it. I felt as if he was getting even closer to me, but that couldn't have been possible, he was practically on top of me already. I couldn't breathe. His lips came closer and closer. My eyes began to close. His hands were now cupping my face. His lips landed on mine. I swear I've never felt like this before. He moved away and smiled real big, "what's wrong Barbie, cat's got your tongue?