Not a typical bad boy story>>
You don't understand," he growled angrily. "They'll know that we are supposedly together. And expect us to be in love, because I have an image to protect and a society to run, if I say I have a girl, I have to keep it up, and my father-"
"They?" I interrupted, heart hammering in my chest. His girl. "Who is they?"
Trojan swallowed, letting out a heavy breath before he looked me straight in the eye with such contempt I shrunk back.
"Everyone," he said bitterly. "Everyone will know."
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Golds. Trash.
One, the upperclassmen. The other, lowerclassman forced to live in the dust of the upper class.
Trojan Gladius Wineheart, heir to the Wineheart Industry loves his Gold life.
Amelia "Smelly", almost loves her Trash life.
That is-- Until the dare of the century when she is forced to break the rules and head into Gold territory.
What are the chances of these two people meeting? None.
But did they? Of course .
And boy did sparks fly. Just not those kinds sparks.
*From Best Friends To Worst Enemies*
"You really think you stand a chance Badboy?" I snorted.
"You tell me." He had the audacity to smirk as I stood there covered in stale spaghetti.
"So this is it then? The beginning of your end!" Fine I was a little overdramatic but so was he!
He leaned in and I felt a slight tingling sensation in my skin--and no, it definitely wasn't the spaghetti!
"Maybe if you didn't look like a blob of tomato sauce I'd feel a little bit threatened."
"If this is how it has to be, bring it on Badboy!"
And that's where it all began.
The chaos.
The drama.
The fights.
The drunk conversations.
The sleepless nights.
The hatred.
The kisses.
And well maybe? Eventually? The insane urge to punch that sexy smirk off his face!
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