You had your alibi formulated on the tip of your tongue the moment the janitor's door creaked open. But instead of facing the queen bee and her minions, ready to pounce with accusations about your surprise win as Homecoming Queen, you were met with a flash of red hair, a rumpled tuxedo. Your senses were assaulted by a pungent blend of cigarettes and bubblegum before the guy turned around, his green eyes hiding something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Never seen you around here before," he drawled, his voice thick and husky.

‘Trouble,’ your mind screamed, but you couldn't help but retort, "Is that right? Didn't peg you for someone hiding in the janitor's room either."

He chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe and giving you an overtly appreciative once-over.

"Touché. I'd remember a gorgeous face like yours. Got friends benefit situation gone wrong here. What's your trouble...?"

"Let's just say some girls aren't thrilled about a non-delectable candidate taking the Homecoming Queen title," you replied with a shrug, inwardly cursing the way your heart fluttered as his smile deepened, revealing a charming dimple.

"Trevin," he introduced himself, stepping forward with a hand halfway extended for a shake before the sound of approaching footsteps in high heels interrupted. You might as well have had whiplash with how easily Trevin suddenly pressed you against the wall. The door swung open, muffled gasps and sounds of female protests could be heard.

"I can help you handle those hyenas, but you'll have to contribute," he whispered conspiratorially. "Mess up your hair, make it look like we've been... busy."

Trevin's thumbs smeared your lipstick and swiftly rubbed it on his lips before he turned around to face the girls blocking the janitor's door.