A/N: Hey everyone! So this is a new story that I got off the top of my head and just fell in love with it! So it's a little different, but I'm excited about it!

And those of you wondering about Flying Without Wings, the reason I'm not really updating a lot is because I don't really know where the story is going. Hopefully, I can get past this writers block and get back to updating frequently rather then every two months. Oh and if you have never read the story, I would really love it if you check it out. Now that's a different story or me, haha.

Anyway, the story is called Won't You Be My Bad Boy. There is a song called Bad Boy, Cascada sings it. It has to be one of the greatest songs in the world, and I highly recommend it. Now below is the summary for the story!

Hope you all enjoy and please review!!!!!

Summary:

Haley James: Smart, beautiful, popular. A high school's ideal student. She's co-captain of the cheerleading squad, head of the tutoring center, and she's dating Tree Hill Highs basketball king. Conner Jacobs.

Nathan Scott: Tall, dark, gorgeous, and dangerous. Every town has one, he's Tree Hills. Hardly attends class, rumored that he has slept with more than half of the women population in the small town. He can also be heard over a mile away with the only motorcycle in the town. When you hear the engine of the Harley, you know that it's Nathan Scott.

They were opposites, fire and ice, black and white, cat and mouse.

And yet, when the lights are turned off, doors are locked and they're alone. Those two can't keep their hands off one another.

"Let's go Ravens!" I screamed as loud as I could.

The score was 53 to 49. The Tree Hill Ravens were down by four points, two baskets away from either tying or winning the game with a three pointer. And somehow no one seemed to be nervous, because we all knew that if #21 had the ball the Ravens would win and remain un-defeated.

#21: Conner Jacobs. Captain of the Ravens. He's every father's dream son, and every college's dream player. And he's my boyfriend.

Conner and I have been together since the middle of junior year, so about a year an a half. It was the week before the winter formal, and Conner had made a poster that read in big red paint: "Haley Dance? - Conner". It covered up the scoreboard in the gym. Basketball and cheerleading practice is held at the at the same time after school, so when my two best friends, Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer, and I walked into the gym it was the first thing you saw. I stared at it for a couple of seconds, trying to register what the sign said. I then looked down to see Conner standing underneath the poster holding a bouquet of flowers. I walked over to him; trying so hard not to let tears fall- I am a very emotional person.

When I reached him, he got down on one knee and held out the flowers to me and said, "Haley James, will you go to Winter Formal with me?"

I think you all know what my answer was.

Ever since, we have been known as the perfect couple. And I sometimes think the same thing. We rarely fight, and when we do it last for a about five minutes. He brings me flowers, or chocolate about once or twice a week. Why? I have no idea. He's just like that, the perfect boyfriend. And yet, we both have never said those three little words that mean so much.

"Tutor girl!" Brookes voice screamed next to me. I turned my head to see her and Peyton staring at me with curious looks on their faces.

Both girls were outstandingly beautiful. Brooke with her shoulder dark brown hair, hazel eyes that could read right through you- trust me she has done it before. She's known for her peppy attitude and sexual mind.

Then there's Peyton. Tall, skinny, blonde, dark and broody. Loves the color back, has a really weird taste in music, and she has a great talent for drawing. Dark, and very confusing drawing that is.

Then of course there was Lucas Roe, my best friend since 3rd grade. Him and I fit like peanut butter and jelly. It has been just him and his mom for a long time, and when I met them I thought it would be fitting for me to join there family. Karen had Lucas at a very young age, just out of high school. The father? Ditched when he found out, coward right?

Anyway, somehow, we all just fit together. We all met in 7th grade, Lucas and I a team, Brooke and Peyton a team. Brooke instantly fell for Lucas, and thought it would help if she were to befriend me: the best friend.

But soon, her and I became best friends, along with Peyton and me. Lucas and Brooke didn't get together till sophomore year, if you were wondering.

In ninth grade, Jake Jakielski moved to our town from Savannah, North Carolina. He's cute, funny, smart, and he was perfect for Peyton. They clicked the moment they met. They started off friends, but after a year they finally gave into their feelings.

Another good friend of ours is Skillz Taylor- another player on the basketball team- and his girlfriend Bevin Mirskey. Bevin wasn't really the smartest tool in the shed, but we all loved the way she could light up a room. Her and Skillz were great together; I think they are the ones that could really make it.

"Haley!" I turned back to Brooke.

"What?"

"What the hell is going on through your pretty little head? That's like the tenth time you have spaced out on me today."

"I'm sorry I guess I just have a lot on my mind."

"Oh I get it," I turned my head back to face her, "you and Mr. Hotty are planning something big tonight." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"No! Brooke would you please get your mind out of the gutter, for once."

"Sorry, looks like I won't be moving for a while. I'm serious Haley when are you and Conner finally going to seal the deal?" Brooke asked, while Peyton leaned in closer so she could also hear.

"Not until I know for sure how I feel about him."

"You two have been going out for sixteen months and you still don't know if you love him?" This time it was Peyton who spoke. Damn, looks like I won't be getting any help from her.

Since I was alone I ignored them both and returned back to the game only to see a pair of legs dangling in front of my face. I controlled myself from screaming but I did jump back, and I was able to see who it was that was hanging from the rim.

Conner.

He let go of the basket and returned to his feet with a smile on his face and his eyes on me, "hope you're not all cheered out. Because you and I have big plans tonight." With that, he turned his back and ran down the court to defend.

1:45 left in the game and the Ravens were still down by two.

I'm not a virgin. I lost it the summer before junior year. Who you ask? Does that matter? No it doesn't, just know that I'm not some religious person who promised that she wouldn't have sex until she was married.

I however did promise that I would only have sex if I were in love with the person, after I lost my virginity.

No one knows who it is, besides me. They all know that I lost it; they just don't know who and I would rather keep it that way.

But the reason I haven't slept with Conner is because I still don't know if I am in love with him. A year and a half together, I should be in love right? I just don't have that feeling like I thought you were supposed to have when you were in love. I don't know, but I know that Conner isn't going to wait forever.

"Looks like Conner is ready," I heard Brooke say next to me.

I rolled my eyes, not really looking forward to later part of this night.

I watched at the team played defense.

45 seconds left, and I became worried. I looked around the gym at all the fans faces, and they too were worried. Worried that #21 wouldn't get a chance to get his golden shot seeing as how the other team was just passing it around trying to run down the clock.

32 seconds left.

At that moment, it seemed like everyone in the gym all stood up in sync and all of us cheerleaders grabbed each other's hands.

Yes it was only the third game of the season, and there are still seven games to go after this. And a loss won't really mean anything, but somehow we all knew that it would be very disappointing if they couldn't come out as winners.

10 seconds.

Then all of a sudden, like lightning-blink and you'll miss- a hand had reached through a pass and the ball was suddenly bouncing down the court the other way. Towards us, towards the Ravens basket.

It was Lucas; he was dribbling the ball towards us. He was going to tie the game.

Everyone in the gym was going crazy. Even Coach Durham; a 56 year old man was jumping up and down

I was even jumping up and down; there wasn't a person who wasn't.

Then shock washed our faces, as we saw Lucas stop from going up for the lay up and pass back to someone from behind the three-point line.

3 seconds.

It was Conner, he was behind the three point line and he was either going to win or lose the game. The gym was silent, as he prepared to take his shot.

2 seconds.

My eyes were on Conner, but when I saw movement out of a complete still crowd I had to shift my focus to the movement.

And time stopped for me, as it always did when he was in my presence. Our eyes locked, blue hooked with brown, coldness in his and warm in mine. But I couldn't bring my eyes away from him. He was standing at the corner of the gym, where the exit to the parking lot was. He wasn't even watching the game, he was watching me.

Anybody who would have seen him would think he was a criminal, but yet everyone knew who he was. They were all afraid of him, including me. His appearance alone was intimidating. He wore baggy jeans, a white, black, or sometimes grey wife beater with a leather jacket over it.

One label to describe him at first glance: gang member. But he was far from a gang member. Just an out of place kid.

I was unfortunately torn away from his piercing gaze, when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

Conner was twirling me in the air. I looked around to see people everywhere jumping and screaming. I knew what happened instantly.

We had won the game. Conner had won the game. And I had missed it because of him.

I looked back towards the corner only to see nobody there.

Vanishing, it's what he always does.

It was now 9:47. The Ravens had won and now it was time for Conner to get what he deserved, right? Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I just say yes, and have sex with him? What the hell is holding me back?

Sensing my argument in my head, Conner brought his head back up from my neck. See why can't we just stick to kissing? It's so great, why the rush? Oh yeah because he's a guy and there always horny.

"What's wrong?" He asked, not moving out of his straddling position.

"Nothing, nothing. Just stuff on my mind I guess."

"Like what?" He asked while returning to my neck to leave kisses and most likely marks there.

"I don't know, stuff."

He could tell that I wasn't up for this, just like I seemed to be up for none of our make outs anymore. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?!

Any girl would be grateful to have a guy like Conner, why was I taking him for granted? He was sweet, nice, a great athlete, and not to mention hot! Oh yeah was he hot. He has dirty blonde hair that hangs in front of his eyes, but you could still see his intense grey eyes. He was built like no other and was an incredible kisser.

Conner took a long, and most defiantly annoyed, sigh. He then rolled off of me, and started putting his shoes back on.

"Well if were not going to have our night, then we might as well go to Ban's." Bane was another player on the team.

"Why? What's at Bane's?" I asked.

"A party."

I should have known. There was always a party. Even when they lost they would still party.

"Oh." I said quietly as I turned by back to him and also started to put my shoes back on.

I felt the bed shift and then felt Conner's chin on my shoulder, "I'm not mad."

I leaned my head against the side of his, "I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. When it's time, it's time. I won't push you."

I then turned to face him completely, "thank- you." I said softly as I kissed him on the lips. It was short, sweet, and loving(?) I didn't know.

We both finished getting ready and left for the party in his black mustang.

When we got there, the house was packed. There were kids already passed out in the front lawn. Now that's pathetic.

I normally didn't drink, but when I did I was able to hold my liquor better than that.

Bane lived sort of in the forest, so most of the parties were always at his house. He had no neighbors; can you guess why he would be the #1 house to throw a party?

We walked inside with Conner's arm draped around my shoulders.

He bumped fist with some guys, and I said hello to some girls. It was like they had been waiting for us.

"Haley!" I knew the voice immediately. Even with music blasting through the house, and people yelling or screaming I could still tell Brooke's voice from anyone's.

I turned my head, and saw her and Peyton walking towards me. I looked back at Conner who was talking to Bane now, and I kissed him on the cheek. He turned to me and smiled, "I'll see you later."

I walked over to my best friends and headed towards the living room/dancing room, and took a seat on the couch.

We talked for about ten minutes before Bevin came running over to us and pulled me off the couch, "okay I just put in a request to the D.J. and he's going to play our song!"

She dragged me to the middle of the dance floor, with Brooke and Peyton behind us.

We can go to the tropics

Sip piña coladas

Shorty I could take you there

Or we can go to the slums

Where killas get hung

Shorty I could take you there

You know I could take ya (I could take ya...)

I could take ya (I could take ya...)

Bevin, Brooke, Peyton, and myself all started flowing to the music. I loved to dance. We all danced around each other, singing along with the lyrics.

As long you're wit me

Baby you'll be alright

I'm known in the ghetto

Girl just stay by my side

Or we can leave the slums go to paradise

Babe it's up to you,

It's whatever you like

I felt a pair of hands rest on my hips, and looked up to see Conner standing behind me. I looked around and saw that Lucas, Jake, and Skillz had all joined their girlfriends.

I know the bad men them where I stay

Police fly pursuit in a hurry

This is no gun play

Don't be scared in the West Indies

It's Jamaica, that's where I'm from

Might see something you're not used to

Welcome to the slums

The dancing soon turned into grinding. My back was to Conner and we were doing slow moves, making sure it lasted.

I loved dancing with Conner; he knew what he was doing.

We can go to the tropics

Sip piña coladas

Shorty I could take you there

Or we can go to the slums

Where killas get hung

Shorty I could take you there

You know I could take ya (I could take ya...)

I could take ya (I could take ya...)

The song ended, and Conner and I slowly untangled ourselves.

I turned around to face him, "couldn't keep your hands away could you?"

He just smiled and bent down to my ear and whispered, "You have know idea what you do to me Haley James."

That gave me chills. Why the fuck couldn't I sleep with this guy?

I smiled back up at him, reached my head up and kissed him long and hard.

I broke away after a much needed breath, "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"I'll be in the kitchen," he responded while leaning his head back down to give me another kiss.

"Okay." We both went the other way.

I knew Bane's house pretty well. Him and Conner have been friends a long time, so when they hang out it's usually here. So I knew where to go for the bathroom.

Except I hadn't thought that other people had to pee too. Shit! I looked up at the banister that surrounded the wall. People were leaning on it, looking down at the others. What the hell?

I went upstairs to the bathroom.

It was all the way at the end of the hallway, so it was pretty vacant. Which I was totally happy about.

I stayed in there for about five minutes, to make sure I wasn't sweating from the dancing. After I looked decent enough, I opened the door and started making my way back downstairs.

But I was instead grabbed by my arm, and yanked into a dark bedroom.

The door closed, and I was roughly pushed against it. I was about to scream until I felt somebody's lips crashing onto mine.

And the thought of screaming quickly erased from my mind. Because I knew these lips, oh how I knew these lips.

Hell, I knew his smell.

He was angry, that I could tell. Because when he was angry his kisses were urgent, wanting, needing. And I loved it.

I was growing impatient until I felt his tongue press against my lower lip, and I immediately opened my mouth. Finally!

His tongue flew into my mouth and he started his exploration. God he could leave me breathless. He then grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head.

He finally broke away from me, not to my pleasure what so ever. But I was human, I needed to breath.

He kept my hands above me and rested his forehead against mine.

"You really need to be careful when you do things like that," his dark husky voice said in a whisper. My knees went weak.

"Do what things?" I was confused.

"Dance like that. It took every will power in my body not to come over and just kiss you right there." Again knees weaker.

"Well If I had known you were watching I would have made it even more harder for you," I said peering up at him when his forehead left mine.

Those eyes could pierce through me, and I think they were doing it right now.

He dropped his hand from mine, and I let them fall to my side.

Then he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs and arms around him while meeting his lips with mine.

He then brought me over to the bed that was in the room, and we fell back onto it.

He then started lifting my shirt above my head, and soon we were both naked and doing what we both knew was forbidden.

I know what you're thinking right, I'm taken! I have this great boyfriend and I have a great life, what are you doing with this guy?! Well those are the same things that I asked myself when we first started sneaking around.

But for some reason, even when I tried, I couldn't bring myself away from him. I was in too deep, and I wasn't ready to pull myself out just yet.

And while I made love with a guy who I barely saw once a week, I understood why I couldn't have sex with my boyfriend.

Because I knew deep down that Conner Jacobs could never compare to Nathan Scott.

A/N: Okay! There you go, hope you all like it! And if you did it would be awesome if you could review! They latterly make my day! And even if you didn't like it, I would really love it if you told me why! Again please REVIEW!!!!!!