you're locked in a room with a handsome boy.

you lived in a society where you locked in a room when you turn 18 for a month. The room is either filled with people who will be nice to you or people that despise everything you do.

on your eighteenth birthday, you picked the note from the jar, sealing your fate for the next month. sadly, the note had 'people who hate you.'

more bad news.. you saw a bunch of what you thought were your friends. besides a few strangers, most people in the room were your 'friends.'

you have to live in the room for a whole month. and if you cant do it, your whole life will be nothing but unlucky.

after a couple of weeks had past, you started defending yourself against your friends. they tried to make fun of you, but you'd always bite back. one day you were doing just that. one of your friends had been calling you rude names all day such as a 'fugly whore.' and you called her a 'brainless bitch'

no one notices the hot guy sitting behind you. he had joined the room when everyone was sleeping and went unnoticed.

you were continuing fighting with your friend while Tyrone had just been sitting there, watching you in amusement when someone opened the door to the room. it was the owner.

"f you havent noticed," he says. "you have a new roommate... my son, Tyrone." the owner glances behind you, and you began to do the same but before you could, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and someone digs their head into your neck.

the owner crosses his arms, "Tyrone, no messing with the participants." you quickly turned around.

a boy your age smirks, "but this ones hot." you glared at him but his smirk just got bigger.