your parents thought it'd be a good idea to drag you along to church from now on after finding out about your questionable habits and acts of rebellion. you hated every part of this; sitting quietly next to posh families and aggravating, judgemental elders for hours. you had to force yourself to stay awake while the pastor spoke, but what really caught your eye was the boy standing beside him. you lean towards your mother, whispering.

"who's that over there? he looks my age."

your mother smiles, the mention of him lighting up her face. "that's jake, the pastor's son. he's an angel, really."

this new information piqued your interest. you heard of his name before and it seemed like everyone in town completely adored him. he was pure. never missed church, stayed away from parties and alcohol, and dedicated most of his time to studying. he was precious and the total opposite of you... which is exactly why you felt the urge to ruin him.