In Love with the Bad Boy

In Love with the Bad Boy

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"I love you Alison" As he said my name chills rolled down my spine. I couldn't think straight. All I was holding onto were those three words. "I love you" Hearing him say them, it just sounded so surreal, especially coming from the fact that he was the most popular guy in school and I knew that I in no way deserved him. Alison Miller. After all I was just an ordinary girl from South Carolina, he could have picked any girl in the whole entire country but the fact that he picked me made me feel in some way special. A smile crept onto my face as I encircled my arms around his tanned arms. I placed my head against his chest, inhaling his scent. The familiar smell always calmed me down. He was like my safety net and I knew that after today, I never wanted to let him go. Please read, comment and vote! ;) xxx ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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"Wanted to be bold." I blush while I avoid eye contact. "Devin needed to borrow clothes for gym." I stare at my bare legs. "I should've told her no." He shrugs, biting into his sub. "Not a fan of exposing the body." I nibble on my burrito. "I just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." I tuck my hair behind my ear. "That you're easy." My face reddens as I look at him in the corner of my eyes. After a few moments, I nod. He sighs. "The only thing that makes a girl easy is if she lets every and any guy inside." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Clothes or attitude has nothing to do with it." I trace a circle on my thigh. "And a guy that believes otherwise is either a dick or a rapist." I smile. "Avery." "Ava." "Your brain works in wonderful ways." I get more comfortable and lean on his shoulder. "So you've said." I giggle. "I'm glad to share the same name as you." ~ A girl, a perfectionist, named Avery Jones has been in love with her childhood friend's brother for as long as she can remember. He's never noticed her, though, he doesn't really notice anyone. He's sort of an insouciant philanderer. They couldn't be any different, the only thing that connects them is their names. Oh, by the way, his name is also Avery Jones; no relation. As crazy as it might sound, it's true. Anyway, it isn't until she becomes his mentor that he finally sees her. But will this new circumstance spark a connection or show just how different they are?

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