you had always been popular, you were likeable, pretty and good at charming people, it started off in middle school with just wearing your skirt a little higher and lipgloss then it evolved into... well, you were basically failing high school but still the top of social ranks and the prettiest girl at school

depsite all that... you never had a ego of a mean girl, no entitlement at all, but people always assumed, ...especially justin, he was a exchange student at the start of high school, you two never interacted much but you loved him, he was so cool and totally your type

but justin... he always assumed you were the typical popular girl, only trying to shame him or play with his feelings, every attempt at trying to confess was turned out harshly.

high school was not looking too good for you, which is why your mother decided that she was going to pay justin to tutor you, he was the most smartest student in the school

the boy walked into your house, letting out a scoff at the amount of maids and staff you had. "so she's popular and rich?" he thought, making him scoff, he thought of you as a complete spoiled brat now, a scrown on his face as your maid lead him to your room

"get on the table." he sighed out, seeing you laying on bed with the phone, of course you listened to him, immediately placing the phone down and sitting down on the table, the boy walked off, his feet melting into the soft carpet under your table as he took a seat across from you

"open to page... 36" he said, staring at your book before his eyes went up to your shirt, it was a already barely a shirt and had a giant neck cut, you leaning over was making it much worse "do you realize im being flashed here?" he frowned, pulling your neck line up and making you hold it there with your hand as he threw his jacket into your lap "wear it! i dont--" he started but paused, the boy didnt wanna make you uncomfortable but did you even care?