Lydia McKenzie used to be just like any other normal, seventeen year old high school girl, fretting over what to wear for school, struggling to get good grades and dealing with boy trouble, until one day, a dangerous incident at school and a severe brain injury, made her turn off her emotions completely. Three years later, she’s a complete robot who works with utmost efficiency without showing any emotions. But things start to change when she arrives at Rosewater University for higher studies.
David Lyric Donovan is the quintessential bad boy of Rosewater. Be it getting into useless fights, getting arrested for beating someone to an inch of their life or any other crimes around campus, and not to mention going through girls like a person goes through their clothes, he’s done it all. He’s also a professional street fighter. Girls want to ‘fix’ him and guys want to be him. But nothing bothers him as much as the presence of the new girl, Lydia. She’s upfront and outspoken and she does not have the patience to deal with his shit, and moreover, she gets under his skin without even a slight change in her expression.
Who is she and what’s in her past? He’s just as fascinated with her as he is annoyed. Can romance bloom between such a mismatched pair? And will Lydia ever let herself feel again, after what she’d endured?

The Bad Boy's First Love

“I’m not getting on your bike.” Lydia did that brow crinkling thing she did when she was frustrated. 


I smirked. “Why? Are you afraid that the girls in school will die of jealousy because you came to school riding on my bike?” 


“No. I’m afraid I’ll die of a heart attack or a cracked skull thanks to your driving skills.” She crossed her arms across her chest stubbornly. “I’ll run my bicycle, thank you very much.” 


 I sighed in defeat. Lydia McKenzie was not the kind of woman you could easily mess around with and I was learning that the hard way. 


“I’ll wait for you at school.” I told her as I pulled down the glass shield of my helmet and took off before I could hear her protest. 


George waved at me when I reached school and parked my bike at the usual spot. I waved back and told the guy next to me to park elsewhere so I could keep the space free for Lydia’s bicycle. 


“How’s Avery?” I asked George as I took off my helmet. 


Chapter 18