Bad Boy Biker Boots — Brynn Paulin

First, I end up at a dive bar. Second, my date stands me up. Third, the sorority squad from my psych class shows up. I think they're slumming it and looking for trouble. They're sure ogling trouble over there playing pool in his bad boy biker boots. So when they start in on me, making fun at me for being alone and calling me a plain Jane nerd, I take matters into my very Type-A hands. Challenge accepted. I march right over to Biker Boots and throw myself into his arms. And he kisses me back! Uh-oh. What am I going to do now?