I smirked and he smirked. "Bring it on Bad boy" He chuckles, his chuckle is deep and he presses his forehead against mine. "Be ready to lose Miss Bad-ass or should I say Miss Rebel" I smiled and then placed my hand on his chest pushing him against the wall. "I never lose, so be prepared to beg like a loser" Our lips were inches apart, our eyes connecting and everything around us stopped. Something in me wanted to taste those lips and normally that doesn't bother me but every time I am with him I want to do something weird. He smirks at me and I push myself off him. "Game on" He smiles... Busy EDITING. This is book 1 of the Rebel series. I am from South-Africa my word ordering may not be always correct or even sometimes have a lot of spelling mistakes.