Cause Darlin' I'm a Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream

I was pushed against the wall; I was being encaged by the school's notorious, cliche bad boy. His hands were on either side of my head and his mouth was centimeters from my ear.

"Hey baby," he breathed huskily. "I've heard from a little birdie that you're new here. How about you let me show you a good time?"

My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't think. Why is it when you're in a situation like this or in love, all common sense leaves you?

"Uh... N-No I'm good," I stuttered. Damn my stuttering.

"Are you sure?" He asks again. "You don't sound too sure."

"Y-yes, I'm sure." I hate this effect he was having on me.

"Okay, but just so you know, every girl falls for me, eventually." With that he let his hands fall to his sides and left but not before giving me his signature smirk and a wink.

What happens when the bad boy comes out to play with the good girl? Will sparks fly or will it be like a used firework the day after 4th of July? Will he change her, or will she change him?