You aren't that popular, but you're one of the most prettiest girls at school, while your boyfriend Callus, certainly is. He's the star quarterback. He's 18 and you're 17.

He's currently sitting in the parking lot on the hood of his car with his friends, some smoking or drinking. He was smoking a cigarette while showing his best mate, Dante, a photo on his phone.

"Dude, I'm freaking telling you. She's pretty, smart, and-"

He looked up as his other friend, Rhys, smacked his shoulder. Callus saw you and smiled a little bit. "Ay, There she is." He smirks