Playing With The Bad Boy

"Hey!" I exclaimed, as my frozen treat was smacked out of my hand. I looked down in horror towards my now broken, bacteria covered popsicle, which just moments ago I held in my hand.

"Sorry Love, the sight of you licking that popsicle was too much to handle." Jackson said as he playfully winked and took a dangerous step towards me. His bright blue eyes shinned with mischief.

I narrowed my eyes and scooted myself off my kitchen counter so I was standing directly in front of him. A playful glint and a smug smirk covered his face, little did he know. I slipped my hands in his two front pockets and pulled his hips towards me. His playful eyes went curious and that smug smirk was gone in a heartbeat as I leaned up on my tippy toes and whispered in his ear.

"Trust me Mooreson, you don't want to start this." I said softly in his ear, his strong arms went around my hips quickly pulling me even closer as he replied.

"Oh you trust me Britney, I can keep up with your little games." Jackson replied in a husky whisper in my ear.

"Only one problem with that, I don't lose challenges. I play to win." I said pushing myself away from him. I could feel his heated blue eyes follow me out of the room.

Britney Heeple is seen as the sarcastic bookworm at her school, that is until Jackson Mooreson moves in with her from England, to attend the same high school as Britney. Now everyones trying to get closer to her to learn more about the mysterious, flirtatious bad boy. Britneys trait of not thinking before she speaks ends up getting her into quite the situation with Jackson and the question that remains is who will win the game?