The Golden Boy

The Golden Boy

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"I'm not sure you're right for us. I don't think you have what it takes," he said. "How can I show you I am? That I have what it takes?" I asked. I wanted nothing more than to be apart of their world. "What if we make a deal babe?" he said, eyeing me up and down. "I'm not having sex with you," I said dryly. "Fair enough, I was going to suggest some thing else though," he said. "I'm listening," I said. "Turn someone bad, make him your bitch. Make sure he wins the fighting tournament and you can join us. Prove you're worth having here, teach him to fight," he said. "Who?" I said raising my eyebrow. "The golden boy," he said. Of course I knew who he was talking about, Kaden Walsh. He was the school's golden boy who could do no wrong. "Deal," I said holding out my hand. He took my hand and shook it firmly. I smirked, this will be a piece of cake.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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