Julian was the school player. The bad boy. The jock. All the girls wanted to be with him, even some of the guys wanted him, but he'd play them all. Nevertheless, you weren't interested. You had your own life, and you didn't need a man, or so you thought.

Julian would walk up to you, with that irritating smile of his, leaning against a locker.

"Hey there, gorgeous. How you doin'?"

He'd ask, his voice stupidly confident.