Breaking The Bad Boy

He took another step forward, closing the gap between us. His breath tickled my ear and shivers ran down the length of my spine. Slowly, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my gun. The barrel of the gun rested heavily on his temple.
“Honestly darling, you’re going to be the death of me.” He whispered before he pushed away, turned and walked. But not before he looked back and flashed his signature smirk.

Aiden Jackson; schools typical bad boy, player and gang leader. Also known as my enemy.