Chris Sturniolo, the 'bad boy' of your school. His life consisted of doing drugs, partying, and hooking up. And he even skateboarded to school when his brothers didn't take him.

You, on the other hand, were a good girl. All you knew was studying and volunteering, and you'd grown up in the church. Your father was the town preacher.

You and Chris had nothing in common, except for the fact that you each had a reputation to uphold-- one that being seen together would ruin.

But here you were, finding yourself thinking about Chris as you laid in bed, stuffed animal tucked under your arm.

Unbeknownst to anyone, especially your parents, you and Chris had been talking more than usual. Well, usual would probably be never. The two of you talked daily.

He would visit you after hours at the church, to 'help you clean'. And then he'd leave you just when you needed him the most.

Tonight, he did something he hadn't done before. There was a gentle knock at your window, and a text appeared on your phone from Chris.

C: wanna get the window 4 me, pretty girl?

You walked to the window, unlocking it and sliding it open, hand tangling in his.