Bad boy and I? Yeah right.

Bad boy and I? Yeah right.

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Melodie Johnson isn't bad. Hah, more like the opposite of bad. She gets good grades, she's a genius, she follows the rules, and she's very logical. Melodie isn't exactly a nerd either, though. She has a few close good friends, but that's all and she's perfectly fine with that. Okay, so maybe she is a bit of a nerd, but there's more to her than that. Gage Steele is Melodie's polar opposite. He's the opposite of good. He has straight F's, rules seem to be nonexistent to him, he gets into fights, he drinks, he smokes, and there have even been rumors claiming he does drugs as well, and it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he did. However, Gage isn't exactly popular either. He has like one friend, but that's because he just doesn't really like people. How could someone not like people? Read to find out. Now, these two have no reason to meet. I mean, come on, the only thing they have in common is the fact that they go to the same school. That's it, or so everyone would believe. Is it possible that these opposites may not be so opposite after all?
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She wanted to test a theory. He wanted to win a bet. What could possibly go wrong? ------------------------------------------------- Why was this shit so much easier in the books?! The Macy Anderson in me would spit out the alternatives to every curse word known to man. The Ruby Buchannan in me would knee him in the groin. The Mia Hastings in me would lunge at him first, taking him on that table right there and now. The Haley Geller in me would confuse the fuck out of him by asking way too many questions. Hell! Even the Tessa Young in me would do something, like beg him to come at me with her desperate but wild ass... But the Lola Dino in me -aka the me, me- just stands there frozen, contemplating a very important decision in her head: fuck, fuck, fuck! Who do I act as next?! Um, how about yourself for a change? My conscience decides NOW to be a smartass. Yeah, right? Like that's ever worked before. Not even having the slightest clue of what to do, I wait for him to make the first move instead, and then I'll just go from there. So, I wait. And I wait. And I wait. And I wait. I wait as we remain staring at one another -I like a deer in headlights and he like a predator stalking his prey- for what seems like forever. But when his ripped, muscular frame finally charges at me, his strong tattooed hand instantly meeting the back of my head, he crashes my lips onto his so forcefully that I'm now just left with one thought and one thought only: Lola Dino, what the hell did you just get yourself into? ------------------------------------------------- *WARNING: Contains mature content including language, sex, violence, and drugs. Reader discretion is advised.*

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