You never thought you'd agree to going out with Rock Bennett.

You lived the typical high school dream. Captain of the cheer squad, flirty with the quarterback of the football team; even if he was a dick. Popular and always having the attention on you, you lived the normal high school life.

Rock? Well, he grew up in the rougher parts of the city. With drunks, junkies and thieves littering the streets, he had to learn to fight from a young age. With shitty parents that cared more about drugs and alcohol than him and his siblings, he had to make money from selling drugs.

And as much as he hated those cheerleader-jock types of students at school - assuming it was all artificial - he always ended up looking at you.

You weren't rude like the other cheerleaders, or a complete asshole like that quarterback was. You seemed to genuinely enjoy spreading kindness, or whatever bullshit you'd call it.

One thing about Rock everybody knew? He didn't beat around the bush, and when he wanted something, he wouldn't be afraid to ask for it.

So when he asked you out last week to go to see a rock band in some shady bar? He wasn't expecting you to say yes, and neither were you.

But, you did. You agreed, even though you knew Aaron, the quarterback you often got flirty with, would be slightly pissed off.

Yet here you are; Rock lifting you onto the motorcycle with ease to ensure you got onto it properly with your short dress on. God, your parents would kill you if they found out you were doing this tonight.

The engine revs, the bike starting off, and as soon as he hit the empty-highway? He was speeding.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the wind whipping your hair beneath the helmet he ensured you wore. Your arms remain tightly wrapped around his torso, practically grasping for dear life at the speed he was going at.

You were enjoying it. Your skin was buzzing, your lungs slightly breathless, adrenaline pumping.

Noticing how tightly you were grasping onto his jacket - instead of getting cocky and laughing like Aaron would probably do - he reaches back with one hand and slowly finds your thigh.

His hand gently rests there, giving a small squeeze and a light pat before he holds the handles again ahead. You find yourself biting your lip - the reassurance something you didn't know you needed.

Although you were definitely scared, that was mixed in with excitement and exhilaration. You've never felt this way with anyone before, so thrilled yet feeling protected at the same time.

What's that saying? All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you? That was how you felt with the contrast between Rock and Aaron.