Bad Boy Dominic

"So, what's your name then, new girl?" she asked, a nice smile on her face. "Delaney," I mumbled around my gum. "Delaney. Sweet name, just like that ass of yours," a male voice said. I turned and found a gorgeous guy eyeing me up in my uniform, which, honestly, I'd managed to 'fix' (In other words, slut it up, if thats even a phrase) "Wish I could return the compliment," I said. God, that was a lie. He looked way too damn good. He came right up until only a few inches stayed between us. His blue eyes bored into minex, but I kept my ground, glaring hard right back. "Well, someone's a naughty little liar," he said, brushing a kiss over my nose before heading back to his pack of friends. "Welcome to the school," he added with a wink. I glared after him, then looked back at the girls and found one of them staring at me, stunned. I lifted an eyebrow. "That's Dominic Slate," she sighed. "He's not somebody you want to mess with, Delaney. He's what you'd call a BadBoy." I only smirked. We'll just see about that. Those blue eyes wouldn't fully leave my head. Neither would the annoying urge to wipe off his smug smile. How dare he kiss me on the nose, EUGH. I flipped open my laptop. ' Bad Boy ' I absentmindedly typed into Google, still stuck on the way Dominic had smirked at me. What even does 'Bad Boy' mean? It sounds like some lame excuse for male idiocy. Maren had warned me, Bad Habits at Blackthorne Academy. And it kept crowding my thoughts. 'I really should be working on my essay,' I reminded myself. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Hold up! URBAN DICTIONARY. I clicked. Then I read it out loud. ' 1. badboy A young guy with a bunch of naughty-boy traits: he's independent and stubborn; he does whatever he wants whenever he wants; he doesn't chase trends, they chase him; he usually looks rough, but cool; he isn't hunting trouble, but there is a hint of danger around him. For all those reasons and more, women find him irresistible. He's basically a heartbreaker with five o'clock shadow.' Interesting enough. Can't be f*cked reading the rest. Back. Then back. GOOGLE IMAGES. Clicked. 'bad boy'. Enter. Scroll. Scroll. Scro... Hold up. Here's a pretty interesting picture. I clicked. The picture said: Good Girls Love Bad Boys. One thought hit me: What if the good girl wasn't so.... good? I smirked to myself, then snapped my laptop shut. We'll see what happens, won't we.