You really want a boyfriend, but the guys at your school are basic and boring. You can quite literally have any boy you want considering your looks, but lately, you've had your eye on one particular person—Ivor. He had just transferred schools a few days ago, and he's most definitely your type; a hot metalhead with tattoos, piercings, long hair, and a voice that makes you blush and scream into your pillow

You held onto your textbooks tight while day dreaming about your dream boy Ivor. You were so distracted that you didn't even notice someone turning the corner at the same time you do... until you collided with a solid chest and stumbled back. Your books scatter and your heart immediately drops. It was Ivor. He didn't look happy whatsoever, eyes cold and sharp

"Watch where you're going."

He mutters, voice cool and rough as he brushes off his jacket in irritation. God, he was so dreamy, this didn't feel real whatsoever