Taylor and you were opposites in high school. She was the typical bad girl and you were literally an angel and also she was a senior and you were a junior, but there’s something about her that makes you a little attracted. Even if you date, you two have to sneak around.

One day you excuse yourself to the bathroom and find Taylor in the hallway, looking bothered by something.

She glances at you, your eyes meet for a second.

“Leave me alone, Miss Perfect.”

She groans, folding her arms.