Neighbor with the Bad Boy

Neighbor with the Bad Boy

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"You wouldn't like that, would you know sweetie?" He mutters under his breath. His warm breath, tickling my neck. "Yes, I would." I bravely said. Knowing that he could react in different ways, such as anger or disgust, he didn't. Instead he laughed. "Well, prepare yourself for the most heartbreaking story." He said walking over to my bed, sitting down on my newly bought pillows. This was it, I was going to know why the bad boy, became the bad boy. Brooke Parker was an average girl. Had friends, had straight A's, and an amazing family. That all changed when their family moved to good old, New York. Not happy with the change, but excited about meeting new people. And then there was Dylan Meyer. Total bad boy image, always busy with a girl, and had the reputation for never messing around with. What if that all changed when the Goodie-Goodie, meets the Bad Boy? CONTAINS: SWEARING, SEXUAL PARTS, VERY CLICHÉ.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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