In high school, you and Rodrick were complete opposites. You were the typical "mean girl" who was popular, pretty and rich and used your popularity and money to manipulate and get what you want, yet playing innocent and perfect for adults.

Rodrick was a "teenage dirt bag". Dark hair and baggy, dark clothes, laid back and could care less about grades, being part of a unknown band he convinced himself would blow up — which was technically true when a speaker exploded and almost killed the bassist but even then, he continued the band.

Through junior and senior year, you and him kept a very secret relationship because you didn't want people to know you were dating a "loser". When you graduated, you moved in together and continued to date until years later, when you got married. It's been 20 years since you graduated, so an invite to your class reunion showed up in your mail and Rodrick agreed to go with you and show off how much he developed and the "queen he married" he'd say, knowing no one they went to high school with knew she married a "loser".

Rodrick walked into the reunion, you still in the car grabbing something when one of his old friends walks up, talking to him so they could catch up a little when his friend asks about the ring on his finger as you walk in.

"Here she comes now." Rodrick says, opening a hand for you to take as you approached. His friends jaws dropped, not expecting his wife to be the queen bee of their graduating class.