one

maybe it was his motorcycle or the way his cigarette hung inbetween his lips or the prime factorilization that he was bad.

bad in a good way. maybe it was baby blue eyes that made me fall in love with him. maybe it was all of it. all i knew was after the countless arguments we encountered, i always came running back.

i knew he was no good, but part of me hoped he was.

spin off version of my book on 5secondsofbandss , so if you want bad!cal then read the version on there (: