Cameron Boyce Good To Be Bad Novels & Stories

Slowly, I typed back. Gloria: Yes… of course. I’d be glad to share with you. The reply came instantly. Bad Boy: Good. But don’t just preach. Talk to me. I want to hear from you. I stared at the words too long, my fork still in my hand. This was wrong. I knew it, but my thumbs moved anyway. Gloria: What do you want me to talk about? The dots appeared, then vanished. Appeared again. Bad Boy: Anything. Your voice. Your thoughts. Your prayers. Don’t matter. Just make it real. Not that fake “church smile” everyone else gives.

I turned around in a bid to see if Vee was still in class, she wasn’t the type to miss class and just when I thought my eyes would land on her, I was met with Mac's mischievous eyes held with a huge grin. This dude must definitely be some sort of a stalker! “Alright everyone I need to inform you all at this moment, that we will be engaging in our first-ever camp boot excursion” My God there was a loud cheer from everyone. Of course, the ravaging hormone teenagers would definitely seize this moment to hit on themselves while the trip goes on. “Hold your horses!” He ordered and everywhere was quiet. Mr. John is a no-nonsense type of person, who would rather take the luxury of time to give you

She peered into my eyes like my answer was going to determine her fate. “The other boys just seem like motherfucking assholes. I’d definitely vote Antonio. He’s the only good guy. Plus, he’s hot.” “But the others are the average high school bad boys everyone prefers.” “I'm experienced and believe me when I say these Badboys will only break your heart. They are nothing but scums. Antonio just sounds perfect. He might help you even more to be nicer,” I teased.

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

I knew Jasper wasn't taking her seriously any way. Jasper picked up his backpack that was sitting on his cars hood and slung it over his shoulder . I picked up mine from my motorcycle and did same. We made our way to the school gardens.He had his arm on Blondies waist as we walked.She threw her head back in laughter at something he murmured to her.l felt like a freaking third wheel. I could have any girl I wanted due to my looks . Reputation included too.You might not know but girls loved the thrill of the danger that comes with being with a bad boy .

“Why the hell would I do that?” “Because you’re bored out of your mind,” Marcus shot back. “Because she bruised your ego in front of the whole hallway. And because it’ll be hilarious watching the great Aiden Voss chase a girl who doesn’t want him.” Tyler whistled. “Loser pays for spring break in Santorini. Full crew, private villa, yacht, everything. That’s real money if you fail.”

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

“I’m not entirely sure, but…” “It’s going to be okay,” Cameron decided and opened the car door. “Don’t you think? I think. I just have that feeling. I feel… good about it. I’m going for a swim. You guys can clean the cum off the seat and then one of you can suck my c-ck because I’m f-king horny after playing chauffeur whilst you f-ked. We’ll have a nice dinner, and go see if the vampire comes, and just… We’ll just see, right?” He slid out of the car. “We’ll see what happens next.”

“No trace still?” “Yeah,” he says. “Like she never existed.” I lean back slightly. Before I can respond— “Boss?” I glance to the side to see Cameron, one of the call boys. He looks… off, uncomfortable. That’s new. “What?” I ask. “Can I talk to you real quick?” I stood up. “Make it quick.” We move a few steps away, the music dulls. “What’s wrong?” I ask. He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m quitting.”

The very reason we are here is because we suspect that Gladys is working with the rebellion and we want to find Tristan and the rebel stronghold. Yet it’s almost too convenient for Cameron to be here, to be so ready to share information like he wants to help. Looking at Bethany, I can see that she wants to believe him, looking at him with her wide trusting eyes. Their mutual past must make it easier for her trust, even here where everything is a mess and no one can or should be trusted. “I don’t care about the war, the king, or the rebels. I’m just trying to find a way to make money. I’m a mercenary,” Cameron says.