Like a wise man once said, "bad boys are no good. But good boys ain't no fun." And let me tell you one thing. He was completely right.
"That's Kyle Queen a.k.a. the ultimate bad boy. He is a bad news, stay away from him if you don't want to get hu...
Song for this chapter: Bad boys theme song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8HtmFtGSQo
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Cast:
Taylor Hill as Alexis King
Colton Haynes as Kyle Queen
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It was late. Too late. My training finished later than expected and I had to get home quickly. This was a bad neighbourhood and things could end up badly, especially for a young girl. The street I was on was completely deserted and with only one street light. I just reached in my bag to pull out my phone, when I heard quick footsteps a few meters behind me. I cursed silently. My subconscious was right - again. I looked back.
Too late. A stranger had already reached me and pulled hard for my bag, which slipped off my shoulder, and started running.
I froze, completely in shock. A few milliseconds passed by, before I realized I had to do something in order to get my bag back. "Hey, douchebag!" I yelled after him. He slowed down and stopped a few meters away from me, turned around and pointed at himself with a surprised expression.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, you. Is stealing a girl's bag some sort of a pick-up line, or you're just a criminal?" I shouted and he snorted. He approached me again and I smirked cockily. Just the way I wanted it to go. 'Distract and run,' I mentally reminded myself of one of the lectures I was taught in class of marital arts.
"I guess I'm just a criminal," he said in a low, husky voice and looked at me challengingly. "Are you scared of me now that you know that?" He stopped around two meters away from me. That was tactical, because I couldn't see his face yet, nor get the bag back, but enough for him to hear me.
I snorted sarcastically. "Me? Afraid of you? Why? Because you stole my bag?" I said and rolled my eyes, even though my heart was beating rapidly. I had to admit, I did feel a bit scared. He was taller than me and I could see he was way stronger than me from his posture and broad shoulders. "Come on, bad boy, everyone can do that."
His lips curled in a smirk and he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? Is that so?" he asked, amused, and I rolled my eyes, not wanting to keep up the pointless conversation.
"What do you want? Money?"
The only response I got to my question was a smirk as he took a step in my direction.
He was pretty close by then, which gave me a chance to take a look at him. He was wearing washed-out jeans, a red hoodie and a black leather jacket over it. I couldn't see his face clearly, because of the hood over his head, which was shading half his face. All I could make out was a well defined jaw, a nose, which looked like it survived a lot of fights, and his full lips, which were currently smirking at me. He was handsome and seemed young, like he was my age, and I had a feeling I'd seen him somewhere, I just couldn't put my finger on where exactly.
