Darling

Haidyn Walker had a relatively normal life. She went to school, got good grades, did her homework, and hung out with her best friends. The only interesting thing about her was the fact that she used to be a nationally ranked ballet dancer, and she knows how to fight because of her brother's street fighting ties.

But make no mistake. Haidyn is not a good girl. She despises the term, and resents anyone who calls her one. A good girl implies a social outcast who does nothing but schoolwork, never swears, and blushes over the mere thought of a male. Haidyn is none of those. So don't call her a good girl.

Shane Anderson is a bad boy. Not just because he wears leather jackets and drinks a lot. And not even because he is one of the most quickly rising stars in Massachusetts' street fighting underground. It's because he's an asshole. Self-proclaimed and proud.

What happens when these two people are thrown together by a series of coincidences and forced to deal with each other? At first they hate each other's guts, but you know what they say...

There's a fine line between love and hate.

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He leaned down so our noses were almost touching, but I refused to back away or break the staring contest between us. He was close enough that our breaths were mingled, and I could smell his cologne: mint and evergreen.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he breathed, quiet enough that I knew I was the only one to hear. He stood up, putting some space between us, and stalked off.

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I don't like this description and will probably change it later, but please give this story a chance. I promise it's not as bad as the blurb makes it sound :)