He thinks she’s hiding behind her tough-girl act. She thinks he’s just another guy with daddy issues and a death wish.
This, right here, was why I hated bad boys.
But bad boys don’t get happy endings. And tomboys don’t cry over guys who are trouble with a capital T. the bad boy and the tomboy wattpad version free
Jordan “Jordy” Reyes doesn’t do dresses, drama, or damsel-in-distress moments. She’s the captain of the girls’ soccer team, lives in ripped jeans and worn-out band tees, and can change a tire faster than most guys can order takeout. Her only goal? Survive senior year, avoid her ex-girlfriend, and get a soccer scholarship far, far away.
“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.” He thinks she’s hiding behind her tough-girl act
They were just loud, messy, walking detours on the road to a decent life.
I took a step closer. “You have three seconds to explain why I shouldn’t rearrange your face.” But bad boys don’t get happy endings
For me, that feeling came in the form of neon green spray paint.
“Wow,” I said flatly, gripping my soccer duffel bag. “Real creative. Did you think of that all by yourself?”