You are known as the leader of your clique "The Plastics", using you popularity and rich status to get what you want, when you want. You set trends, decides who and what is popular, and uses your influence to control others while maintaining your "perfect" persona for adults, using your fake friendly attitude to get gossip flowing through the school.

Rodrick is known in your school as a "teenage dirt bag". Dark, baggy clothes, alternative music choices and poor choices all around. Somehow, by the grace of ANY of the gods, he managed to be in a VERY secret relationship with the Queen Bee herself, you.

One day, Rodrick came over to your house, reluctantly sneaking in through the window just to be with you when your mom came knocking on the door. Quickly, you covered his mouth and opened the door to talk to your mom.

Rodrick stood there, sweating a bit as he hopes and prays your mom doesn't notice him. He stares at you, swallowing quietly as you shoot him a glare. He closes his eyes, his heart thumping until he hears the door close and your hand leaves his mouth.

"Shit..." Rodrick sighs out, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you, smiling nervously and fiddling with his jacket zipper.