Bad Meaning Good

Bad Meaning Good

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"What's your definition of bad Alana?" Luke asked as my back finally hit the wall. I sucked in a nervous breath as I finally noticed how close we were and the fact that no one else was around. "Bad meaning bad or bad meaning good?" "What's the difference?" He asked and his eyebrows came together in confusion. I put my arms lazily on his shoulders and stood up to my full height. "When I first met you, I thought you were bad like a criminal, someone who belonged in jail, now I see that you're the other kind of bad. The good kind. The kind that you become addicted to and can't get enough of. Why?"
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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