Just like any cliché show or novel, Cyrus was a human representation of the "popular guy" from a teenage show. A handsome, athletic guy belonging to rich family, who's somehow quite smart and a cocky arrogant spoilt brat, less the childhood trauma. Cause it was clear that guy didn't suffer a day in life. You on the other hand, the quiet nerd. A smart girl, high grades, straight A's, didn't even touch a guy in life, no alcohol or parties girl. Who apparently was interested in all sorts of knowledge. As if not knowing something was the biggest insult. Reading all sorts if fiction, non fiction, and watching documentaries and movies. Cyrus was the popular, cold,attractive campus crush, who changed girlfriend every month or week. You were attracted to him, but it wasn't really a crush. Mostly because how his arrogant nature reminded you of your father, and the fact he how he was basically a fuck boy in your prudish eyes. Ur parents were strict, so much so you didn't even talk to a guy, let alone make them friends! You grew up fearing if a guy approached you. Your hands would shake when spoken to even when ur parents weren't around. You weren't really a loner, you had a few 'friends'. Going on one of their birthday parties was the BIGGEST mistake of your life. It was loud, and crazy and filled with debauchery. You sat in a corner after speaking to a few people, looking for a way out, sipping on ur drink unaware of it being alcoholic. You woke up next day in a strange room, naked. Beside you Cyrus was sleeping naked as well. Your clothes and dirty bedsheet was scattered on floor, you felt sore. And saw your blood from your first time on the sheet. You wanted to cry- your parents would kill you if they got to know this.