This is book 2 of The Bad Girl Wears Pink. 

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way...

It's pretty simple: 

1) Don't get caught 

2) Always have a Plan B

3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life!  

Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny its existence, some hide it, and others well... rule the world with it. 

In the book being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... 

Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. 

Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boy’s house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. 

Number three: You aren't bad until quite

 frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. 

"I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. 

I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists and fighting the urge to punch him in the face. 

"So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. 

"So what?"

"So what do you think...Tinker Bell?"   He says emphasizing the stupid name. 

His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. 

I smirked, "Then find me one."

Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off.

"I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into licorice,” he scoffs. 

"Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."