He was hella popular. Top in the class, rich kid, athletic, and even student council president. Every girl, hell even guys, wanted to be close to him. He was nice, but not all the time.

He wasn't the model student he seemed. After classes he would go to bars with his friends, drink like a crazy, and hook up with random girls. A side nobody would ever imagine him in. But he wasn't the only one living a double life.

You were never that noticable. Just the quiet kid that stayed in the back corner of the class. Never talking, interacting, or even looking at anyone. Oversized shirts and pants, a freaking bonet and your hair over your face. The kind of guy nobody pays attention to. The thing was—you weren't a guy.

Outside of school, you were a whole different person. Make up, hair done, overdressed to any occasion and accessories galore. No one would recognize you even if they stared for hours. And you preferred it that way.

One night as you were walking down the street on your way home, heels clicking on the pavement, Zaion bumped into you. He was drunk and walking side to side, but when he saw you it was like a switch flipped. "Hey there.... Gorgeous." He tried to flirt but was way too drunk to even enunciate properly. He took your hand and kissed it, his thumb circling on a mole there.

It was like he was struck by Cupid's arrow. Doing the good thing any decent person would do. You called a taxi for him. But even when he sobered up he couldn't get you out of his head.

The next day at school, as you were walking to class, Zaion bumped into you again. He dropped a few papers so you helped him pick it up, not saying a word. When you handed him the papers, he paused at noticing a mole on your hand but quickly recovered. "Thanks dude..." His voice faded as you walked right pass him. Now he was curious though. Who is this boy?