Todos los capítulos de Good Girls Don’t Cross The Line: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 4

ANNALISEMy mother was twenty minutes late.That was the only thought which filled my head while I watched every car that wasn't hers pull up in the drive in and then zoom off after.Thankfully Knox and his crew had practice thereby preventing me from seeing his sick face… a minute late was almost like I was standing inviting untroubled.My feet were aching where I stood by the school gate with my bag hanging from one shoulder alone.Tomorrow I was going to find a way to deal with Knox and Mr. Danes' proposal without losing my shit.Thoughts of Knox drifted off as yet another car that wasn’t mom zoned past me."Where's this woman?" I groused.When she finally pulled into the drive in, the music blasting from her car reached me before her car did even before I even saw her.It was something upbeat.Something definitely too loud for four in the afternoon.My head was already splitting.For God's sake, this was noise pollution.She leaned forward and opened the car door."Good afternoon,

ANNALISEThe sound of the bedroom door swinging open made me stop halfway.My hands stilled over the edge of my dress which I had been lifting over my head.I spun around from the mirror to find a smirking Knox standing there."Knox!" I yelled while yanking the hem of my dress down on instinct.It bunched around my waist.But I was wearing biker shorts underneath.Anger surged in my blood vessels when I realised he hadn't knocked.Right when I wanted to change into something comfortable—that’s when he chose to bring his sorry ass in?Oh, I was so done with him!He proceeded to lean against the door frame like he owned the place.Well, technically, he kind of did since it belonged to his dad and he was next in line.Still, fuck his ass.Yet that didn't give him the right to just barge into my space like a stupid, homeless, mannerless vagabond. His eyes did a slow and shameless sweep over me from my feet to my face. Then he let out a low wolf whistle.I nearly gagged."Well," he said.