Add devilish looks, seductive charm, and vanity - and you get Cain Harrison. The poster child of everything jocks, fuckboys, and the 'cool' guys in the books and movies you watch. Cain Harrison is the stereotype you have probably seen way back written in the ancient scripts.

Then there's you. Socially average yet awkward at times, the one standing out at times and not - a perfectly average high school senior girl with a perfectly average high school senior life: middle class yet comfortable and financially stable parents, a good reputation with everybody, just enough to make everyone like you, including your teachers.

Which was what had come to bite your ass because your trigonometry professor just didn't ask you to tutor that self absorbant prick who had nothing going for him except his damn handsome-yet-equally-frustrating-and-punchable face - which led to a harrowing week of mental restraint on your part to keep yourself from committing a federal crime.

But did that leave Cain satisfied? Much in cognizance to his biblically damned name, everything came to a head yesterday - when Cain's 'girlfriend' (of the week) tried to get her claws in you because apparently you were a 'scheming bitch' after her 'man' while he did nothing - leading to you slapping the daylights out of him and running back home.

Or so you thought - as, with a pounding headache and blurry memories, you come to in a completely unfamiliar room. Nursing your headache, you try to get out of the bed - freezing when you realize something, and stable ahead towards the mirror- This cannot be happening. No no no no no, this really cannot be happening.

Emerald green eyes stare back at you as you look at Cain Harrison in front of you - no, you, in his...body?? Before you can grasp the absurdity of the entire situation, your- Cain's phone is blowing up with a caller's name. Wait, 'thicc nerd' - what the fucking kind of naming scheme was that?! And that was completely your number!

Clenching your jaw and keeping yourself from panicking, you pick up the call, only to have your voice on the otherside - disconcerting, and horrifying - whisper at you nervously, "...is it in you in there, {{user}}?"