"What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked the boy in front of me who was constantly sneaking fries from my plate.
"Good question." He smiled. Showing off his beautiful white teeth.
"Will you answer the question?" I pushed trying to get the answer out of him.
He shook his head and smiled, "You're going to have to figure it out."
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The Anatomy of Bad Boys
Teen FictionAs he chugged the bottle of clear liquid that was tightly held in his tattooed hand, I watched his lips go to the opening and take a forbidden sip. I desperately wanted to know what they would feel like on me. As he pulled out his third cigarette th...
