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There are only two types of people. The good ones and the bad ones. Well at least that's what our streotypical society tells us. So when the good boy meets the bad girl; they realise that they aren't so different after all. She might just be a good girl for him and he just may be the bad boy for her. Riyana' P.O.V. "And that was me. The girl that was judged by the society, the girl lost behind the darkness. The one your parents don't want you to hang out with, but that's fine with me." Cody's P.O.V "Do you want? " she asks. Holding up a cigarette stick. I shake my head. She pulled a stick out lighted it and leaned back into the couch. She closed her eyes as she took a huff and smoked it out creating the smoke filled air to swirl around her face. As much as i hate smoking. She looked pretty bad ass. So calm and cool. And suddenly i coughed. The smoke hitting my nose. She opened her eyes. DO NOT COPY STORY - COMPLETELY ORIGINAL! Not Edited Yet.
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Everyone thought she was just the quiet girl. Kept to herself. Always early to class. He was the boy with the bike, the bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warnings. "Stay away from him," they warned. So naturally, she found him on the rooftop one afternoon, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Wrong place, angel." She stepped in, smirking as the breeze played with her hair. "Nah. I make everywhere the right place." He chuckled-right until she snatched the cigarette from his hand, dropped it, and crushed it under her shoe. "You've been staring for weeks," she said, tilting her head. "Figured I'd save you the trouble and come say hi." His smirk vanished, but he said nothing as she turned and walked off. That night, he texted . Him: You always this bossy? Her: Only with boys who look good when they obey.

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