Electric Shock

Tazing the "badboy" was seriously not the way I imagined myself getting my first kiss.
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I looked down in horror, watching as the intruder, curled up in fetal position, groaned loudly. My twitching jaw hit the ground as if Honey boo-boo's mother was gas-peddling right in front of my face. My shaky hand held the stupid taser I used to send about five-hundred thousand volts of electricity through the dude's (now seizuring) body.

Moaning in pain, he flopped onto his back and sent me a strained look,"Son of a bitch." His eyes sharply snapped to me after a guilty squeak left my mouth. His groans of torture subsided as he scanned me, up and down. Drifting, painfully slow, his two eyes found my own; his mouth formed a lazy smile, and his voice slithered out of his throat, "You're not the ugliest bitch out here. Though, your boobs could definitely be bigger. What are you, a 34B? But..." he paused dramatically, "...just so you know..." he reached his arms out (and may I add, still tazed out by me and laying on the floor), "If you'd want to casually make out, I really wouldn't be opposed to it."

I stood frozen with, no doubt, an embarrassingly dumbfounded expression planted on my face.

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Mason Gregory is the typical jackass with smoldering hot looks and a reckless attitude to go with it.

Leah King is the typical calm, angelic teenage artist with no other skills but being able to start stuttering in less than 0.09782 of a second, having the all-mighty title of "human", and bitching to go with the strange mix.

When Mason has the unfateful luck of running into the ruthless gang, The Lost Boys, and it's sexy-ass vixen of a leader, he drags Leah into the mess with him.

Never before has Leah despised her encounters with the wanna-be bad boy more.