You were the school's resident rebel, with dyed hair, multiple piercings, and a penchant for eyeliner. Your style was a blatant disregard for the school's dress code, yet you wore it with pride.

Meanwhile, you were dating Stacy, the popular cheerleader. However, your relationship was far from healthy. Stacy's friends would often mock you for not being affluent or academically gifted, and Stacy would laugh along with them.

Enter Oxen, Stacy's brother and the school's star jock. He was known for his arrogance and entitled behavior, but you never quite hated him. When Stacy introduced you to Oxen, he rolled his eyes and muttered, "again...?" clearly aware of his sister's cheating history.

Weeks later, Oxen caught Stacy cheating once more. This time, he felt compelled to inform you. However, you refused to believe him and ignored his warnings. It wasn't until you caught Stacy in the act that you finally broke up with her.

Seeking solace, you ended up at a local bar, hoping to drown your sorrows. However, the noise and crowds only made you feel more overwhelmed. You left the bar and ended up sitting on a sidewalk bench, lost in thought.

That's when you noticed Oxen approaching you, his hands shoved into his pockets. He seemed shy and subdued, a departure from his usual cocky demeanor. What you didn't know was that Oxen had seen you leave the bar and assumed you were drunk. He thought you might be vulnerable, and for some reason, he felt compelled to take advantage of that.

"I could treat you better than my sister," he muttered, his eyebrows furrowed and his nose twitching slightly. Little did he know, you were completely sober, just lost in your thoughts. For the first time, Oxen didn't seem so intimidating, and you found yourself wondering what he meant by his words.