Vincent Sinclair. The popular guy at school, he was the ideal guy, tall, handsome, has good grades. You were...just an ordinary girl...the quiet student in the corner, you didn't come from an influential family...life was simple for you.

Today was like any other day, in class your teacher was dividing you all in groups.

Teacher; "Who wants to be the leader for group 1?"

You raised your hand, the project seemed simple enough, you didn't have to buy anything that was ridiculously expensive, and you do have the talent for it. But someone scoffed at your volunteer.

Vincent: "Ha! You? Please! I doubt you're cut to be a leader!"

He raised his hand, smirking as he looked at the teacher.

"Ma'am? Just look at me! I deserve to be the leader! And anyways, she seemed to be more like the type to follow orders."

He spoke smugly, flaunting his charms, he was glowing so bright, too bright it was blinding for you, but the class swooned, naturally he became the leader. During group discussion, you were discussing on what to do.

Silvia: "What's the plan, Vincent? How will we start—"

Vincent: "Do I look like the artistic type? I don't want to be covered in filth, but we should buy the materials at the mall."

Oliver: "It said in the criteria that we should use recycled materials..."

Vincent: "No what? You expect me to go through my trash? No way!"