E.W.E.W Copyright © 2012 by Marzy Opal (xXMopelXx) All Rights Reserved.

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First draft of the novel published on Wattpad - September 22, 2012.

Story taken down - June 27th 2014.
Rewritten version of the novel published - March 4th 2015.

The name of this story has officially been changed to 'Everything We Ever Wanted' from 'Living With The Bad Boy' on January 22, 2017. LWTBB was the first OG posted in 2012 and once my story gained popularity, a lot of people mimicked my story title. I guess it sounded generic and all. Anyways, this is my new story title (please don't try and copy it lol I made sure it was the only one on wattpad) to differentiate it from others. To all my old and new fans, thank you for your endless support <3

** IMPORTANT DETAIL **

 The dynamics between Sam and Anna are pretty sexy lol you'll understand what I mean when you read. So yes, this story has a lot of smut and dirty talk. However, in the earlier chapters, some stuff is CENSORED with $*! because back in 2012-2018, wattpad used to make stories with mature themes private and then my readers couldn't see the chapters. However, now wattpad doesn't seem to care? Therefore, I can fully type the words fuck, cock, pussy, etc without tripping. The latter chapters, for this reason, aren't censored. You'll enjoy all their foreplay and sex ;) Why I'm not editing out the random symbols in the earlier chapters is because I don't want to lose the funny comments/reactions <3 I promise this story will be worth your while, and you'll fall in love with Sam and Anna!  After it's completed on wattpad, I'll be working towards rewriting/editing it for publishing! xo

*PS: Imagine these characters in Uni. The OG version is them as seniors in HS but it's not fitting for this story, but I can't change it on wattpad without fking up all the timelines for the other books!**

Happy reading, queenies. Enjoy this journey. <3

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{Chapter 1}: A Wink Is Worth A Thousand Words

Two years later and I was already back at the one place I swore I'd never return.

As my gaze skittered across the room, drinking in the sight of the now unfamiliar faces, I realized how in the end nothing had really changed. The pungent smell of smoke still wafted in the air, a hint of something suspiciously like BO mixed with alcohol lingered not too far behind, and the sound of cue sticks breaking against billiard balls echoed in the area. All that, however, was nearly drowned out by the loud R&B song blaring through the stereo system. Danny's Grill was a place known for the notorious.

A popular pub house, it was reputed for it's overcooked - and, admittedly very delicious - curly fries and for harbouring the largest population of minors in town. I'd never understood why the workers completely dismissed the fact that overeager sixteen years olds littered the place. I guess it was good for business.

At eighteen, I was fully legal and therefore had no reason to worry about getting carded. Even now I could still see the appeal this place held for so many of the kids from mine and other high schools. After all, there was a certain atmosphere surrounding the pub that could easily lift off the damper on anyone's mood - even mine.

"Eat," Layla, my best friend of nearly eleven years, commanded as a smile teased the corners of her lips. "Gabby went to order another platter of nachos cheese so help yourself."

I wasn't going to lie, it looked delicious. Right on cue, my stomach rumbled at the sight of nachos, salsa and melted cheese. I speared a chip, making sure to scoop an extra dollop of the heady combination. Layla's smile broadened when she watched me take a couple more hungry bites.

"I knew you were starving," she said, flicking her shoulder length brown hair over neck. "I could hear your stomach making noises throughout the entire lecture."

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. Mr. Moe, our newest English Literature teacher had taken it upon himself to pick on me. Never mind that it was only the fifth day of school, but it had become his personal vendetta to fire Shakespeare-related questions my way. It was safe to say that I knew jackshit about the playwright's earliest dramas. I quickly noticed that he had a pattern; every time we were in class, he chose one new student to pick on. Today I was that said student. In my hungry addled state, I couldn't form a coherent response.

Suffice to say that I was pissed when the bell rang, indicating the start of the weekend. I all but bolted out of class with Layla hot on my heels, laughing at my misery.

When my two best friends had suggested we go grab a bite at Danny's Grill, my resolved had succumbed. I didn't have it within me to say no to them.

And that's how I found myself here, after all this time.

"I've officially concluded that I hate Mosby Roberson," I spoke with a mouthful of nachos, ignoring how unladylike that was of me. "He better not pick on me again."

"Actually, I think he kind of fancies you. You were probably the first student that didn't stammer or cower away in fear. Proud of you, girl."

"Geez," I grunted, taking a sip of my Pepsi. Layla stole a couple of tortillas from my plate and I decided to pause my assault on food for a moment. I reclined back in the cramped space of our booth.

From my position, I peered over my shoulder and caught sight of Gabby juggling two plates of steaming waffle fries and chicken wings. Under the crook of her armpits, something suspiciously like two Bavaria beers were lodged. Her face was scrunched up in pure concentration and her mouth moved faintly as she cursed under her breath.

My lips parted and I uncrossed my legs. "Should we help her?"

Layla's eyes glimmered. "No."

"You're terrible."

"That's what makes me the best friend. I'd rather watch you struggle and drop your plates. I'll point at you and laugh. Then maybe I'll consider helping you out."

Gabriela reached our booth soon enough and with strenuous effort placed two large plates of food in front of us. Layla was the first one to shamelessly dig into her fries.

"Thanks for all your help, guys," Gabby said dryly. "Really, it was much appreciated."

Giving her a sheepish smile, I took a chicken wing from her plate. "I offered, I swear. Layla's the one who stopped me."

"Bitch," she muttered as she slipped inside the booth. "I'm not going back for the nachos or club sandwiches."

I nibbled on a fry. "I volunteer."

"...as tribute," Layla finished, sending us an amused look.

As Gabby gathered her pretty red hair in a long ponytail, she flipped Layla the bird. A fine sheen of perspiration was smeared near her collarbone. Since it was only the end of August, it was still hot out. And because this place was so crowded, the inside was a burning oven.

Silence rushed between us as we ate. Over the sound of the music, there was the constant drone of the air vents, the ones that barely functioned properly. As more people filed in, the sound of chatter and laughter grew.

It was when Layla was halfway through her plate of waffle fries that she spoke up. "I heard there's another party happening tonight."

"Where?" Gabby chimed in as she took a long pull of her beer.

"Joshua Brown's house."

I cocked a brow in Layla's direction, pursing my lips. "How do you know about that?"

Biting her bottom lip, she ducked her head. Unfortunately for Layla, not before I caught the blush tinging her cheeks. Oh God, no.

"He invited me." Her voice was barely audible over the loud raucous but I managed to make out the mumbled words.

Gabby was first to react - spitting out a mouth full of concoction as her eyes widened the size of saucers. With the cuff of her leather jacket sleeve, she wiped her mouth. "Holy shit, Lay. He's damn fine. Please, tell me you're not joking."

Layla shook her head and glanced at me from under her lashes, face set in a stark mixture of fear and anticipation. "Not joking," she intoned softly, keeping her gaze fixed on me. "He asked me about a week ago."

My head swam as I reached forward to pop a fry in my mouth. A couple of months ago, I vaguely remember telling Layla how much I didn't like Joshua. Wide Receiver for the Panthers at Northwind High, he was what every girl at this age wanted, craved. A rich ostentatious jock who played the innocent card whenever he was caught doing something he shouldn't. He had quite the reputation. He was sweet enough but just like most guys at his age, he excelled at two things; fucking with girls - and their hearts - and getting away with it.

I'd be damned if I stood on the sidelines and watched my best friend get manipulated.

Layla and Gabby had both waited, gauging my reaction. They knew how I felt about parties and boys like that. At the hopeful glint in Layla's eyes, my stomach churned in painful realization.

One, my best friend was actually considering going to this party and two, if I didn't know any better, Layla might already be smitten with this boy.

Clearing my throat, I shifted in our booth. "So are you going to go?" I held my breath for her response.

Gabby's lips parted and her gaze bounced frantically between Layla and I.

Layla straightened and narrowed her eyes a fraction. "I might."

Tension trickled between us until Gabby diverted our attention. "So," she laughed a little awkwardly. "You going to go, Anna?"

I smiled inwardly. Gabriela, always the peacemaker. Playing with my blond strands, I gave them a tight-lipped smile, one that probably appeared on the bitter side. "Not exactly my scene."

I didn't add that about two years ago, parties, excessive drinking and boys had exactly been my scene. They knew.

They both looked away, as if ashamed by their response - or my response, I didn't know. All I knew was that this was suppose to be a stress-free lunch with my girls. If we didn't change topic soon, things would go downhill.

"If we go tonight" - Gabby started with renewed effort, just as I'd begun reaching for my can of Pepsi, coming up short when I realized it was empty -"are you sure you wouldn't want to come with us?"

Seeing it as an excuse to leave this conversation, I picked up my can and gave them a nod. "I need a refill," I said. "I'll be right back."

And I left the booth.

As I weaved a path through the thick crowd - my shoulders jostling against the flurry of bodies in front of me - I resisted the urge to glance over my shoulder at my two best friends. I could feel their piercing gazes burning holes in my back.

The bar side of the pub enclosed a thinner mass of people. My guess was that little sixteen years olds didn't want to risk getting carded by the bartenders. The thought brought a smile to my face as I remembered my first time trying to illegally order a rum and coke at Danny's. I was barely able to stammer out my order.

I edged closer to the mahogany bar counter top. A couple of senior girls that I recognized from my school sat on the stools, mingling over what seemed like Shirley Temples. On their left, a handful of older guys conversed in low voices as they nursed beer bottles. They were all tatted and pierced.

There was no one serving behind the bar, so I deposited my empty can on the surface and propped an elbow, lightly drumming my fingers to an old DC song.

A moment later, I found myself surveying my surroundings. Among a horde of what I'm sure were the local college freshmen, one of the caught my eye. Giving me a nod of acknowledgement, his lips quirked in a brief smile. I smiled back politely and glanced away, not wanting to encourage anything.

It was then that, in midst of full chaos, I heard an antagonizing pitched squeak. Craning my neck, my eyes darted towards the general area of the billiard tables, where a small brunette had just scored the winning shot. Her face broke out into a massive beam and she continued shrieking, as if she'd never played before and winning was a foreign concept.

No matter how unique her vocal chords were - seriously, I bet even God stopped performing miracles in heaven to cast her a glance - that's not what had me doing a double-take.

It was the guy glued to her perched derriere. His brawny arms cradled her smaller frame against him as he showed her how to score the shot that had her wailing like a banshee. I'm pretty sure he was bent over her so he could get a good feel.

When he entangled his limbs from hers and gave a congratulatory smile, followed by a squeeze to her waist, I wanted to knock myself for even looking in that direction.

As the girl gushed on and on about how grateful she was for all his help, (By the way she kept skimming her hands up and down his chest, she was very grateful, I could tell) I saw him slyly bump his fist with a friend who was hovering close to their pool table. They exchanged a look of amusement.

Until his gaze connected with mine.

Mischief sparked in his emerald green eyes. His stance shifted and he squared his shoulders proudly, rising to his full six feet something height. Keeping his stare locked on me, I watched as he canted his head and raised his arm, strong muscles straining against the torso-moulding white tee he had on. Running his fingers through his mussed, dirty blond hair, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he assessed me, gaze perusing my length from head-to-toe.

Then he sent me a playful wink - one that was laced with a tremendous amount of arrogance and cockiness.

Once my initial shock had warned off, I simply arched a brow his way. In that second, the only thought swimming through my mind was, Ew, Samuel Adams just winked at me.

Ignoring his presence, I turned back around, just in time to see the double doors of the kitchen swinging open. A worker emerged, slapping on a disheveled rag over his shoulder. I silently saluted him with my empty can of Pepsi, signalling for another one. I wouldn't get carded for a goddamned soda. As he went to fix my order, Gabby and Layla's eyes weren't the only ones I could feel on my back.

Call it my sixth sense if you will, but I just knew that Samuel Adams was staring at me. I smirked to myself. A part of me wondered if his parents were history maniacs or just plain fans of the alcohol. Maybe his name was purely coincidental.

To relieve my itch, I tried to throw another casual glance over my shoulder, feigning nonchalance. And, I regretted the action the second I realized he was, actually, still looking at me.

The first time I'd met Samuel - though I'm not sure that could even count as a meeting, since I'd all but ran in the opposite direction - was at Layla's older sister's wedding this summer. He was part of the groom's party, and I would be lying if I said he didn't look completely devilish, much to my dismay. Dressed in a dark grey tux and with a pink shirt that was the exact shade of my dress, he'd eyed me with open interest from across the banquet hall. His black bow tie was left hanging loose around his neck - untied - and even from my distance I could see a trace of black ink creeping up the side of his neck, though most of it remained modestly covered under the collar. It was the fervent look in his eyes and the lazy reclined position he'd resumed against the wall as he observed the room that had all the ladies in my age bracket melting. He'd made a fine groomsmen.

But he was trouble. Samuel Adams was friends with the kind of crowd I now avoided. Joshua Brown was one of his good friends, which, by association made Sam just as bad. They weren't known for having a good reputation.

Panic had dawned upon me when I'd seen Samuel that night, advancing towards me in all his sexy, arrogant glory. I wasn't stupid and I knew he'd want to talk. So as usual, the fight-and-flight response kicked in and I went with the latter. I didn't need complications in my life.

Ever since that night, I'd seen him a handful of times. He hadn't dared approach me and that was perfectly fine with me. Though winking at me today was a whole new ball in the park.

I was lost in a daze, snapping out only when the bartender placed a chilled can of Pepsi before me. Water rivulets dripped down the sides. "There you go."

"Oh, hold on,"- I dug through my jeans pocket -"I've got change somewhere in here."

"Don't bother," he smiled, using his rag to clean the dirty surface of the counter. "It's already been paid for."

I stiffened, my fist lodged in my jeans pocket."By who?" My tone was sharper than intended but my suspicions were growing with every second.

He didn't answer me as he continued cleaning. Simply jutted his chin out in the direction of the billiard tables. Surprise flickered within me as I followed his direction, before it was squashed down by dread.

Samuel sat on a stool, a cue stick between his fingers. Elbow propped on a raised knee, there was a serious looked etched on his face as he scrutinized the game before him. This time, he must have felt the weight of my stare. His head jerked up and our eyes fastened across the room.

I popped open my can and took a sip, peering at him over the rim. It seemed like forever yet it only must have been a couple of seconds before I broke eye contact.

One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to go to the party even if my friends did. Girls like me didn't mix well with boys like him. And something told me that he wasn't the giving-up kind.

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A/N: Welcome to all the new and old fans (the ones who've been here since 2012 esp) - I hope you found this a promising start. This story is so dear to me - Anna and Sam are my first-borns <3 I truly wish you give this story a chance because I promise you, it'll be worth your while. To the new fans, I hope Beer Boy and Barbie Girl steal your heart the way they've stolen everyone else's. You can expect a swoon-worthy bad boy (not the asshole kind - I like my main male characters bad in a playful, mischievous way) and a strong female lead who's been broken by some of the things in her past, but is slowly healing <3 If there are any minor typos throughout the story, please ignore. This is a first (well, second lol) draft and I'll be editing this story to perfection once it's complete so you guys can hold a paperback copy of Everything We Ever Wanted <3

||Dedicated to the most important girl in my life - my best friend.||