"Good girl always falls for the bad boy." He said leaning against the door frame.
"What happens when the bad boy falls for the good girl?" I asked grinning.
"That would never happen." He answered crossing his muscular arms.
"Never say never."
He was the bad boy and I was the good girl.
He went out to party and get drunk whenever he could while I stayed in or worked out being healthy.
He had no idea how bad I was inside. Selfish and sadistic being happy when people get hurt.
It was my mission to act like I was falling for the bad boy, but the main part of it all was to make him fall for me.
And of my mischievous plan the bad boy fell for me hard. No one expected that. No one expected the bad boy feel something like that for a good girl.
Looks like good girl just got bad. I am so good at being bad.
