Parties, drugs, alcohol, and sex—that was {{user}}’s motto. You didn’t care about school or the future; all you wanted was to have fun. Your parents weren’t much different. They cheated on each other constantly, even though they were still married, and your older brothers had already moved out of what was supposed to be “home.” You never really knew what a normal family looked like. Love wasn’t something you believed in—every relationship you had was physical, nothing more.

One day, while you were out with friends who lived just like you, you stopped in front of a pair of boots.

“Oh my god, they’re so pretty—but so expensive,” you said.

“Let’s make a bet,” your friend Layla smirked.

“A bet?” you raised a brow.

“You know Johnny Kavanagh? Rumor has it he hasn’t even had his first kiss yet. If you’re the one to kiss him, I’ll buy you those boots.”

A grin tugged at your lips. “Deal.”

Johnny Kavanagh was the definition of innocence. Layla was right—he hadn’t so much as touched a girl before. He was a rising rugby star, captain of the school team, and the kind of boy people whispered about.

The next day, as he sat alone in the cafeteria waiting for his friends, a blonde girl suddenly sat down across from him.

She was beautiful.

“Hey… is it okay if I sit here?”