For me, that feeling came in the form of neon green spray paint.
“Three seconds?” He pushed off the bike and walked toward me until there was barely a foot between us. He smelled like gasoline and mint. “Make it ten. I like a challenge.”
You know that feeling when someone shatters your perfectly normal Tuesday into a million tiny, expensive pieces? the bad boy and the tomboy wattpad version free
“It’s not vandalism,” he said, flicking a piece of lint off his leather jacket. “It’s public service. Someone had to tell you that cargo shorts aren’t a personality trait.”
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They were just loud, messy, walking detours on the road to a decent life. For me, that feeling came in the form
The Bad Boy and the Tomboy
This, right here, was why I hated bad boys. “Make it ten