Bad ass Katrina Moores. Beautiful, stubborn, rule breaker and has a potty mouth. But she has a dark secret, something she's been hiding for a very long time.
Bad boy, Ryder Black is selfish, stubborn, dominant, over protective, arrogant and has in...
** I was in a sour mood due to my so called 'friends' took my babies away. I grumble the whole way as I walk to the classroom and slam my books down on the table.
A girl beside me flinches and scrambles away.
Ouch.
I sigh and slowly sit down, placing my head on my palm.
I didn't mean to frighten her.
Another thing rumours cause, everyone judges. It doesn't matter how you look and how you act. It's all about the rumour.
And mine was, I was a cold hearted bitch who ate people for breakfast.
Yay!
I hope you can read my sarcasm.
I sigh once more and start to draw a sketch on my book. I was so concentrated on it, I didn't even realise the hottie that had sat next to me.
"What are you doing?" Ryder asks curiously.
"None of your business" I snap, tilting away from him.
"You're still mad."
I don't reply and just continue sketching.
"Silent treatment, really?" He asks amused, "that's the first time a girls ever given me that."
I send him a glare before he playfully blows me a kiss. I go back to my book so he doesn't notice the smile that had risen on my face.
Michael still hadn't been caught and Ryder was getting really cautious. Extra security, extra fire power, extra everything. He even set up guards around the whole house!
I once tried to sneak out and I got dragged by five guards back into the mansion. It wasn't one of my best days.
To say I'm not afraid would be a lie but I know I can put up a fight, and I know not to live your life in fear. If you do then are you really living?
The teacher walks in and I close my notebook.
Ryder leans closer to me and whispers, "I'm not loosing you because of some cancer bullshit."
I could feel a blush rise to my cheeks and my heart beat increase. He still has this affect on me, after all this time.
I don't reply but I don't move away either, he cups my hand and moves it to his lips. I close my eyes and savour his warm lips against my skin.
"Forgive me?"
I had already forgiven him, I just wanted him to apologise. Obviously Ryder isn't the kind of man to apologise easily.
"You're forgiven" I mutter, looking at his smirking face.
"Good" he says, quickly pecking my cheek.
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