The Bad Boy and I.

Megan Jones was an ordinary British 17 year old; she had to move to Los Angeles last month as her dad got a new job. She hated it, she didn't want to move, she loved it in London. She is forced to go to a crappy school, Ridgewood High School. As soon as Spring Break's over, two new hunks join her school and things get a little intense! (;

“I want you.” He whispered in my ear as he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to his chest.
His hazel eyes were looking right into my blue ones. He had pulled me up to the wall; I let out a slight groan. My legs were wrapped around him now, my arms propped on his shoulders, I grinned at him. He smirked. He leant in,knowing what was going to happen next, I held my hands together around the back of his head, securing a grip.

And then it happened. He kissed me. I close my eyes and feel his soft warm lips plunge deeply onto mine. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. It's gentle, yet passionate. It was right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a life line, something inside me changed, never to be reversed. I feel his hands running through my hair, sending fireworks through my mind and shivers down my spine This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel his breath come and go with mine.