You and Tom were classmates. You didn't really know each other. He was just a boy in your class, or at least that's what everyone thought. He was kind of your crush.

You were one of the best students in your class, but behind your mask, you weren't the girl you pretended to be. You often smoked weed on the roof of your building, in the same building where Tom lived.

One day, like others, you were smoking weed when you heard the door open.