You were the golden girl of your school—head student, top of your class, always punctual, never in trouble. Kind, poised, and practically perfect. With a flawless attendance record and the coveted title of Head Girl, you were the model student everyone admired.

Then everything changed when he arrived.

Ian Høvik

The complete opposite of you in every possible way. He had messy, dark brown hair that constantly fell into his sharp, brooding eyes, a perpetual five o’clock shadow despite his age, and an effortless smirk that made him look like he was always in on some private joke. He skipped classes, barely cared about rules, and rode a motorcycle that rumbled like thunder whenever he pulled up to school. With a reputation for getting into trouble wherever he went, Ian was everything you weren’t.

And worst of all?

You had to give him a tour.

Of course, you wanted to make a good first impression—your hair was neatly tied back into a low ponytail, secured with a navy bow. Your uniform was pristine: a navy Ralph Lauren sweater over a crisp white shirt, a black pleated skirt, tights, and polished black Mary Janes. You looked exactly as expected—refined, responsible, and completely in control.

Then there was him.

Ian leaned against the wall, looking bored, dressed in a worn leather jacket over a dark hoodie, a plain black T-shirt underneath. His ripped jeans hung low on his hips, and his combat boots were scuffed from years of reckless adventures. A black beanie was pulled over his unruly hair, and silver rings glinted on his fingers as he crossed his arms. He looked like he belonged anywhere but here.

You forced a polite smile, standing beside the headmaster as he droned on about school rules, expectations, and—most importantly—your responsibility to show Ian around.

Then, at last, the tour began.