Bad Boy

I knew he was trouble when I saw him walking across campus, but I didn't care. It felt good to like the bad boy for once; I played everything safe in my life. I thought he was so cute but I was always afraid to say anything, even though he always smiled and said hi to me every time he passed me. One day I finally got up the nerve and invited him to the party we were having-and he surprisingly said "sure". I was psyched! I cheered to myself after I walked away, ready to see what hanging out with a bad boy would be like for a change. Was this going to be trouble?