How I Tamed The Bad Boy - stop summersberry
He looked at me for a second, and I fell in love. He smoked cigarettes and rode a motorcycle, but I only fell for him deeper. We had never actually had a conversation, but just from his touch I knew he was The One. He was the badboy, but I didn't care.
She bumped into me, and I was transfixed. She stuttered as I smirked, but inside I knew I had fallen in love. I didn't know her name, but I knew she was The One. She was a straight-A student and had never had a boyfriend. She was the good girl, but I didn't care.