Badboy's are my personal cocaine. (ON HOLD)

The three Harley's skid into the carpark their tyres letting out a ear piercing screech, cutting off all sound-waves. Letting everyone know they are here.

Everyone eyes them, watching their every move. The sound of the bikes getting turned off, is the last echo that travels through our eardrums; before silence.

The first person off his bike is the one at the front. Obviously being the leader of their pack. Everyone waiting for the breathtaking moment when Jacob takes his helmet off. Everything is in slow motion as he slips the helmet of his head, revealing gods masterpiece.

His chiseled jawline to his soft hair that must be made of alpacas wool. Lol what? What the hell Rose! Alpacas wool? You retard. What the fuck is wr-

I'm cut off my self scolding when my best friend mutters beside me "the Kings are back." I nod my head in approval. "That's right Kyles the Kings are indeed back."

I whip my head back up to them. Jacob, Max & Ben. The three sex gods or bad boys. I feel my heart pound as they walk towards me and Kylie. I'm frozen as Jacob stops in front of me.

He leans into my ear and whispers rather loudly "your drooling Rosie". How does he know my name. I bring my hand up and wipe my bottom lip.

It's dry. He chuckles and shakes his head before walking towards his locker which happens to be on second floor. Next to mine.

They disappear out of sight. All girls are watching and glaring at me in envy. Sorry tigers!

"Uhhhh fuck me harder daddy!" A voice says rather loudly followed by slapping sounds. I look to the source and find Kylie smirking. That little.... I pounce towards her as she gulps and takes off running for dare life.