The Bad Kids

The Bad Kids

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"Do you wanna know why we are sitting in a room with a narcissist, a wannabe, a semi-depressed introvert and a self proclaimed bad boy?" She said with a smirk as she crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. I raised one eyebrow as she leaned in closer and whispered "It's because we're the bad kids"
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"Why are you watching me?" There was a grogginess in her tone that I found extremely alluring. I shouldn't be finding it alluring, I should be maintaining my professional position. "It's funny watching you try and stay awake," my eyes glanced over at her before returning to the road. I took an exit that led to my apartment. "Where are you taking me?" She sat up in the leather seat and watched as we came to a stop light. I hesitated, not even sure with myself if I really wanted to bring my seventeen year old student into my apartment. "I, Uh, figured I'd just let you crash at my apartment, considering all that's happened tonight." Her eyebrows furrowed together, "Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?"

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