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Update: The first book, The Bad Boy and The Tomboy will be published on October 13th, 2020 by Wattpad Books. The published version Wattpad will be put into the Paid Story program along with hitting bookstores on that date. Order link is in my bio. The original Wattpad version of that story will be put into the Paid program as well. However, this story will not be put into the Paid program. 

I'm literally going to go along with this story guys. I don't even think it will be as long as TBBATTB I did it because I felt like the story was incomplete and because Sarah (smendez2000 ) is a VERY persuasive person apparently. Thank her people...

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Okay so like always...read and no the chapter title is probably not what you are thinking of lol.

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Chapter One: "Redheads Are The Wildest In Bed." 

THE SUN WAS so fricking bright, I was mentally dying. I could feel the heat through my eyelids. My bed was comfy and I wrapped the comforter around me tighter, trying to gain even more heat. But I could relish in my own moment because something always had to ruin this. God, the bane of my existence has literally entered the room and disturbed my sleep. 

Okay maybe he wasn't the bane but he was something.

"No, no, no. Get him out." I groaned into my pillow, shifting my head away from the voice. It was too early for this. I only had two classes today and my first class wasn't till ten. It was probably minutes before nine since I heard another voice who had her class at this time.

"Macy." My roommate, Maddy said sighing. She was probably tired of hearing me go through this almost every single morning. It wasn't my fault that I actually liked and favoured my sleep especially since I wasn't as jetlagged as I was weeks ago.

"No, I don't want to see him. Not now." I muttered again.

"Hazel you said that yesterday and the day before and the day before. I figured you of all people would be very happy to see me." His voice said above me.

"Okay I'm going to class before you two start doing whatever you're planning on doing. Bye Mace!"

"Bye!" I yelled into my pillow as I heard the door close.

Beside me on my small bed, I heard and felt shuffling. The bed dipped on one side and my blanket rose off of me. He pressed himself against me, his body heat radiating from his body. With my eyes still shut, I leaned back into his presence, wrapping myself into his scent. 

He put his strong arms around me, pushing my hair away and kissing the back of my neck. I felt his natural I-want-to-rake-my-fingers-through-his-hair hair tickle the back of my neck. "Morning."

"What do you want?" I muttered, putting my arms over his.

"I come with food for you." He practically sang and I leapt out of his arms.

"Where?" I asked quickly, looking down at him as he stared up at me smugly.

Samuel Henry Cahill.

There were a lot of things people used to call him. A bad boy. A player. Aggressive. Egotistic. And while he was some of those words, he was my idiot of a boyfriend with vivid green eyes and very curly hair that was currently spread around his face and some strands on his forehead. He was extremely good looking and he knew it. He was an amazing soccer player even though now that we were living in Manchester he said football all the time. But all in all, he was a great guy.

He wasn't perfect but he was to me even when he had the decency to lie about food in my dorm room. Idiot.

"There's no food. There's no pancakes or waffles, not even a sausage or bacon." I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him.

"We'll get some when you're happy to see me." He assured looking amused.

I leaned forward to hug him and straddle him as he wrapped his arms around me in his heat. "I am happy to see you. I just wanted to sleep, you dork and when I hear you come in the morning to walk with me to class it just means my sleep is ruined."

"Well tomorrow is Saturday...you want to stay over tonight or tomorrow? I'll let you sleep all you want."

"Is Peter going to be there?" I asked him.

Sam shrugged. "He said that he might go see his girlfriend in Yorkshire this weekend so he may not be there but that means Saturday night for sure."

It wasn't that I didn't like Peter, Sam's cousin. I did. He's a Cahill but he was the type of Cahill that had rowdiness in him kind of like Ivan. But he was the type of guy to yell 'its 4:20 somewhere' but instead of drugs it was alcohol. I didn't know if he was an alcoholic but most times when I saw him, he was taking a sip of wine or chugging on beer.

I kissed Sam on his jaw and he smiled lightly while closing his eyes. "You have practice tomorrow?"

I nodded in the crook of Sam's neck, sighing as I knew tomorrow my sleep would definitely be ruined. "Yeah at seven. I still can't believe I made the team."

Sam's hands went up against my back, leaving tingles in his wake until he reached my ponytail. His fingers took the hairband out letting my hair escape from its confinements. "Why? You deserve it."

I leaned back to look at him and could see the honesty on his face. Through the past months, Sam has been completely clear on his emotions, sharing everything he's feeling instead of hiding them out and suppressing them like he used to.

I kissed him lightly, feeling the warmth and electricity move between us that will forever surprise me. He pressed closer against me, pushing me closer to himself and smiling through it. Even though the fabric of his leather jacket I could feel the body heat coming from him. I was thinking of how he was warm in the freezing weather this city when his teeth tugged on my bottom lip and I gasped into his mouth.

I could kiss him forever but the as the human body hated the idea of not being able to breathe forever or that the universe completely turned against me for something or in this case someone to stop the both of us.

"Whoa, guys!" I pushed myself off Sam quickly, stumbling to my feet as he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Maddy." He said dryly. I could understand why he was agitated but Sam actually liked Maddy as a friend. I knew he did when after a week we were settled here and out of nowhere he said 'she's not annoying'. And unlike most of the girls here on campus, she didn't think of him than anything more than a friend. That was a relieving thought rather than coming back to the dorm and having your roommate fawn over your boyfriend.

"Sorry," She apologized, walking over to her drawer. "I just forgot my book. You two lovebirds can go back to whatever you were doing."

Maddy was pretty cool. Her real name was Madeline similar to my aunt Madelyn but different. She was Filipino, short and she was probably in love with Luke Hemmings as much as anyone was but that's one reason why we got along: our music taste. Except like Jasmine, she also liked One Direction but she was still pretty cool. She grew up in Canada too except she was on the west side, from Abbotsford, British Columbia. She was at HDF because of volleyball and the first time I met her it wasn't even in our room. I was passing by one of the many gyms in this place and she might have almost spiked the ball at my face.

She left the room before giving me a knowing smile I shook my head to and closed the door once again.

I pushed my hair up and over my head to block it away from my eyes. "I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me?"

"Always." He murmured, looking up at me and I pushed him on the shoulder, unable to keep the smile on my face.

"You are too corny this early. It's only almost nine in the morning."

Sam adjusted on my bed, putting his hands locked behind his bed and smirked. That stupid traditional smirk that was occasionally on his face. I've known him for about nine months now. Yeah, nine months and there was never a day where he didn't have his lips quirk up mainly in amusement or some other reason. I had to admit it would be pretty strange I never saw him smirk again.

"You should wear those shorts more often." He murmured, eyeing my legs as I started walking away.

"Pervert." I told him.

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"It's freezing here," I muttered, feeling the cold creep up my spine, around my neck, entering through my jacket. Even when I spoke I could see the white gust of air come from my mouth. I missed summer. It wasn't my favourite season but I missed the summer warmth more than anything at the moment.

Sam laughed loudly, shoving his hands in his leather jacket pockets and when he spoke I could see the gust of white air come from his mouth but he didn't think anything of it. "You've been saying that for a week."

"How long have we been in this city?" I asked him.

"About a month. It's October."

"Exactly," I yelled at him as we entered the coffee shop. The weather was something I wouldn't get used to. I mean I came from Canada. It wasn't like I had lived in Nunavut or high up where the ice was but I was used to cold weather in certain months. Nevertheless, back home it would still be a bit warm by now. Possibly but at least not this cold.

This weather?

This weather was absolute torture seeing as I was still holding onto my jacket as Sam and I sat down at a table, feeling shiver course through my body. My fingers were numb and my ears hurt. Meanwhile, he had the stupid smile on his handsome face, mocking me with his eyes. His nose was a tad red from the weather but he looked warm rather than I did.

I shivered involuntarily once again. "I feel like Jack Frost. I feel like I've been pushed into a meat freezer. I feel like someone buried me in snow and left me there for a full day."

Sam took my hands and rubbed them with his own, shaking his head at my complaints. "Stop exaggerating."

Even though we were in England for a month, one could easily tell that his accent was fully coming back then the faint one I had heard when I had met him. When we had landed in Manchester and had come to HDF for the first time, I could literally hear the girls say how they loved his American yet British accent. I didn't say anything but kept thinking that he wasn't even American.

"I'm not exaggerating," I said when he blew his breath over my hands, thawing them.

"Really?Because you are a walking hyperbole. I've barely seen you in the past week, I mean besides occasionally picking you up every morning." He mentioned, looking at me as if taking in my image. I looked like a mess, more so than usual. I haven't been sleeping properly because of all the work I've been doing and I recently got a part-time job at a bookstore which added to the work and the multiple practices.

"I know," I huffed, taking the hat off of my head and putting it on the table. "I'm sorry. We were supposed to out on Saturday but then I had that essay I still had to finish writing and-"

"Hazel, Hazel, it's okay. Trust me. I'm happy that I at least get to see you now. That's all that matters." He took off his hat from his head and placed it on the table, his curly hair sticking out everywhere before he ran his fingers through it.

"How are your practices?" I asked him as he gave me my hands back and I rubbed them back together.

"They're good. I mean for some reason the senior guys on the teams keep calling some of us fresh meat then..." He trailed off.

"Then what?" I could imagine what Sam did.

"Then I may have challenged one of them to show a few skills and..." Just what I thought.

"Let me guess? You showed them."

He waved a hand. "Of course I did. But that's not what I was going to tell you."

"What?"

"Manchester United versus Newcastle this weekend." He took the tickets out of his pocket and waved them in front of my face with a grin.

"You're kidding." I gaped, following the tickets with my eyes as he waved them around, laughing.

"No, I'm not. I know you made the team like two weeks ago but I kind of wanted to do something for you and I got these. Good seats too."

"Sam..." My voice trailed off as he put them on the table. "You didn't have to."

He shrugged. "I wanted to. Mum wanted to send you something congratulatory so I told her that I wanted you to see a game here. Plus Chelsea didn't have an exhibition game this weekend and Man U did so we're going."

"We're going?" I asked him again.

"We're going." He said again and I almost blasted off to the stars in my seat when my phone started ringing.

I took it out of my pocket and saw a certain name flash on the screen. Before I answered Sam I answered the call, putting my iPhone up to my ear. "Hello?"

"How you doing, princess?"The familiar voice asked me. I haven't heard from him in a week. It was only a week but if he would he could call every hour of every day.

"I'm doing okay Charming," I answered Caleb. Sam rolled his eyes yet smiled as he got up to get something for us.

"How is your damsel in distress?"

"Damsel in distress?" I asked almost laughing. He was in Italy. I don't know why but from there he wanted to go back to where he used to live in Scotland for a while. Last I heard, Caleb mentioned something about a book but I still don't know. He's a pretty random guy and he published that book, 68 Days.

That book became a sensation surprisingly. I don't know how and true to his word when I got one of the first copies of the book it didn't say 'to princess and ugly' instead it said to 'princess and my green-eyed homeboy' which set me off on a riot.

But no one still knew who Romero Henderson, Caleb's-not really-Jane Doe author name, was. There have been articles about it everywhere and Caleb even laughed about it for the longest time. He was going to tell the press who he was one day. That a fifteen-year-old kid had written his famous book Living in the Never and now as an eighteen-year-old man was on the search for inspiration to write something else.

"Yes, my ugly best friend is your damsel in distress rather than your knight in shining armour. I feel like he's trying to avoid my calls."

"Well, how many times have you called him?"

"You mean since this morning?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. Like 72 times and it's not going through." Well, if you called 72 times then I wonder why he's not picking up the phone.

Sam returned with a cup of hot chocolate for me and coffee for himself as I pressed my phone to my shoulder. "You aren't answering Caleb's calls?"

"No," Sam bit back a smile. "He's been on my case about another stupid theory of his and I've turned off my phone since yesterday night."

"What theory?" I asked confused. Sam took a sip of his coffee and before gesturing to my phone. I voiced my question to Caleb who got excited.

"Okay, so you know that phrase that redheads are the wildest in bed-"

"Hold up. One, I don't think I've heard that phrase although I'm pretty sure Ivan said that one time. Second, I don't think I want to know what your theory is anymore. Third, I don't need a third reason. Change the topic."

"Ugh fine," I could visualize him pouting. "Wow princess I thought that you liked hearing me talk."

"I do-sometimes- but hearing you talk about your sex life is not number one on my list of conversations," I muttered, biting into the doughnut.

I could see Sam tense and he narrowed his eyes at my iPhone before gesturing for me to hand it to him. I hesitantly handed it to him and he took a deep breath before speaking. "Caleb why the fuck are you discussing sexual stuff with my girlfriend?"

I didn't hear Caleb's response but it got Sam to look irritated. "You are an idiot."

That when I heard Caleb yell loudly so loud I heard it. "I AM NOT AN IDIOT."

"We'll talk later...yes I will answer my phone...no I do not-I am never going to say that to you...I don't care if you love me like a brother...Caleb!...Stop being such a prick bye." He hung up the phone and handed it to me.

"Your relationship will never fail," I told him and Sam scowled. "What did he want you to say?"

"He wanted me to tell him that I missed him."

"You do." I pointed out.

"No, I don't." Sam retorted, getting up and away from the subject as he put his hat on covering his tangled curls. He started walking out of the shop when I laughed in disbelief, putting on my hat and following him.

"You do miss Caleb." He certainly did. It wasn't even hard to miss. There was this old picture of Sam and Caleb when they were younger, maybe in eighth grade that was on his wall. I always noticed when he looked at it with a hidden smile on his face as if remembering something. Sometimes he even looked at his phone expecting his friend to call and when Caleb did, he would play off as if he never cared but he did.

"No, I don't." He muttered, kicking at a rock as we walked down the busy sidewalk.

"Don't lie to me," I punched his shoulder lightly. "He's like your ninth brother. Of course, you miss him."

"Okay, okay maybe I do kind of-not really miss him," Sam said low enough for me to hear and I grinned widely.

"I knew it," I said in a sing-song voice.

He slung an arm around me, the fabric of his leather jacket rubbing against my Adidas jacket. "I'm never going to say that to his face though so shut it." He ended that sentence of my kissing the side of my head.

As we continued walking down the street I spot a couple of people from one of my classes laughing and crossing the street. One of the girls spotted us and walked over.

My hold on my drink tightened as she walked over with a bright smile on her face. Wait for it... She directed that smile at Sam before turning over at me. I saw the shift in her expression, the way the smile slipped off her face quickly before she covered up the look with a fake smile.

Ding! Ding! Ding! There it is!

The 'holy shit its Sam Cahill but then...there's his girlfriend' look. I've gotten that look from tons of girls whenever I was with Sam for the past month.

It's honestly nothing new.

"Hey, Sam." She said, not even resisting putting a hand on his arm. Wow, that was quick. Usually, it took a little more time before the girl tried to touch him.

"Hi..." He said with no interest. I could get him out of this, seeing as he quickly glanced at me but I wanted to see what he would do. I stepped out of his hold and took a step back. He snuck a glare at me and I bit back laughter as he started talking, looking bored. He was bored. "Julie right?"

The girl, who was not a Julie because of the offended look on her face, blinked in disbelief. I could tell she was not used to people not remembering her name. She was pretty I'd give her that and I swear I've seen her before. She's part of the swim team. I think the B one. "It's Olivia."

I turned my head away and snorted. He could at least get the first letter right. "Oh." Was all Sam said, stuffing his hands in his leather jacket pocket. He didn't look nervous. He rarely ever is. He radiated confidence. It practically shone off of him, in the way he walked, the way he talked to people or even looked at them. It made him more alluring and attractive.

"But anyway some of my friends and I were wondering if you wanted to come with us. We're going to-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as Sam shook his head. "Thanks but no thanks. I'm heading back to campus." I mean we literally came from class and his next class was at three and it was only twelve.

"I can walk you." She said, trailing her fingers up his arm. Wow, now she was touching him.

There was this flame inside me.

It was burning.

Not of passion.

But of something else, if she didn't get her hands off him.

"It's fine."

Fine.

He said fine meaning he was getting annoyed. I watched him squint his eyes at the girl's face who clearly did not want to leave him alone any time soon. I mean neither did I but I had an excuse for that. His patience was running thin and as much as I wanted him to literally walk by her and grab my arm I decided to do something.

"You can walk him to my dorm," I said to the girl with a fake smile. I turned to Sam. "I'll meet you there I just need to stop at the store. You want me to get them? We kind of ran out after last time." I implied something in my words and the girl's eyes widened as she stared at me.

Sam's shoulders shook with laughter for a second before he caught on. "Yeah, yeah get a box or two, might as well last the whole night."

"Large right?" I asked even though she was right there. She wasn't stupid clearly as we continued talking and I wasn't stupid. The majority of friends I had were the weirdest most sexual boys ever.

Sam scoffed. "You know I'm not just a large."

The girl in front of us grew more uncomfortable by the minute and she slowly backed away. "Um, I'll see you later Sam." She walked back to her friends and I burst out laughing.

Sam didn't join in the laughter as he stared at me seriously. "Wait so you're not actually going to get them?"

"In your dreams," I mumbled, grabbing his arm as we continued walking.

Sam sighed dramatically with disappointment as I intertwined my hands with his. "Oh well, at least my dreams are wild."

I almost shoved him onto the street. "You are disgusting."

"And yet you are still in love with me." He grinned, steadying himself before slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"That I am," I confirmed and that's all he wanted to hear as I saw that look in his eyes. The one that purely and most utterly showed me his love for me.

He kissed me lightly on the lips before we continued walking through the cold back to campus. He seemed at home. At peace. I didn't know if it was because even though we weren't at the area where he had originally been raised but he was on the soil of his most familiar country. You could see the ease on his face as we walked and it settled me.

Our friends were scattered around the world. Our families in the same town near the border of America and Canada, where I had grown up.

Yet we were together.