The Bad Boy's Weakness
"You wanna say that again?" he hisses, his face inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head.
I can't help but notice how blue his eyes are, and how they have specks of green in them and-focus, Ali!
"Yes. I think you're an arrogant asshole. I think you're a player. I think everyone here is a fool for thinking you're hot, and I think you better get the fuck away from me before I hit you in your special place."
He smirks and backs up, crosses his arms. His biceps flex, and I refuse to look.
"You're going to feel terrible for saying that to me one day." he walks away.
"I'll never feel terrible for saying the truth." I snap. I pick my bag up from the floor. "Bastard."
Ali James is your everyday nerd. She's a straight A student. She has a 4.0 GPA.
Drake Parker is your everyday bad boy. He drives a motorcycle. He's a player. He's a party animal. He's the school's hottie. His target is Ali James, because she is the only girl in all of Savannah Oak High School that doesn't think he's hot.
Little does she know that she's his target because he's finally grown the balls to get the girl of his dreams.