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Ink.
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Ongoing, First published Aug 30, 2015
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. 

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He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.