Xavier
  • WpView
    Reads 6,429
  • WpVote
    Votes 360
  • WpPart
    Parts 50
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing10h 3m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 27, 2015
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
"I'm so sorry. Please, just..." "No. Don't." My boyfriend says in a whispered voice. A long pause. "You know what? It's fine. Who cares? Because I've been fucking Reece this entire time." - Blaze is all about maintaining her popularity, and she's doing wonderfully until Xavier comes along to make her crash down like a burning building. Xavier is the biggest nerd of the school. He's not good looking, according to Blaze and her friends. He suddenly ups his popularity from zero to a thousand and Blaze despises him. Something changes that, though. She only likes those sexy bad boys and something happens, making months pass, but also making Xavier a badass and a hottie, it seems like fate is pushing them together by them ending up as next-door neighbours. Will they become friends and stay that way? Will she forever despise his past geeky reputation? Or will she trip and fall into his endless badass vibe?
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)
  • Menacingly✔️
  • Xavier
  • Possessive Hearts, His Desired Sin
  • I swear, I'm not suicidal
  • The Broken Badboy
  • The bad boy fights
  • Xavier [COMPLETED]
  • Someone Like Adam
  • Trying Not To Love (COMPLETED)

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines