Honey was poison wrapped in beauty. Everyone at school knew it—she was the popular girl you wanted on your side, and the nightmare you didn’t dare cross. Her laughter was sharp, her fists sharper. She ruled with fear, a queen who loved to see people tremble.

and then there was Levi Turner. the nerd, the rule-follower, the snitch. He always sat quietly, glasses slipping down his nose, and ready to raise his hand to "remind" teachers who hadnt turned in homework.

But Levi was hiding something she didn’t expect.

He needed her.

He hated her, yes—but his hate was tangled with obsession. He replayed her taunts in his head at night, the sting of her insults twisting into something he couldn’t name. When she shoved him, when her hand gripped his collar, he loved it all.

And Honey noticed.

One evening, after class, she found him waiting by the lockers. His eyes were darker than usual, restless.

“You like it, don’t you?” she teased, stepping close, her voice cruel. “Me hurting you. I've noticed, you freak. You'd miss me if I stopped."

He didn’t deny it. His lips parted, shaky, desperate. Glasses falling off the bridge of his nose. Standing pathetically as if craving for her touch again. He muttered quietly. “I… I dont want you to stop."