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Playing Games With the Bad Boy is a BAD Idea

Playing Games With the Bad Boy is a BAD Idea

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"Trust me Libby," he whispers as his lips gently brush my jaw, "I'll win this little game of yours." He moves up and kisses my bottom lip, nibbling slightly. "I didn't start it," I breath as I kiss him back. It's true, he started this, the day at the movies. I wrap my legs around his waist and push his back against his wall, making the bed squeak. I gently kiss around his sweet spot; careful to just brush over it. He places his warm hand on the back of my neck, urging me to do it. I smile and quickly peck the area I know drives him insane, teasing him more. He pulls me closer to him and I kiss the spot I've been lingering over, making him groan quietly. I can tell he was trying to hold it back. I jump off of him, "I won," I sneer as I walk out. So much for studying... ~Abigiail Johnson, or Libby, has come home, to her mother's house, after living with her dad in England for three years. Everyone is excited to see her, her family, friends, even enemies. Enemies like Josh Henderson, who completely tormented her as a kid. Being her Sister's best friend, he was always at the house, welcomed at the house. When Josh suddenly finds an 'interest' in Libby, she decides she wants to beat him at his own game. Willing to do almost anything, what kind of trouble will this lead to? Only Libby could guess at that.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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