You knew it was probably a bad idea getting so close to Rock Bennett.

He was an absolute prick, truly. He often got into fights, he smoked, he dealt drugs. Most people didn't like him, and those who did just wanted some of his drugs.

Your parents constantly warned you to stay away from people like that, rightly-so. Rock did not get into fights for no reason. He was rude, blunt, and aggressive.

Yet one night a couple of weeks ago, your friends convinced you to come to a party. You told your parents you were having a sleepover at one of their houses, and they were okay with it.

At that party, you spoke to Rock for the first time. He was as expected - rude, blunt, hard to read. But your best friend, Kira, was pretty close with him, and the three of you stuck together at the party.

It somehow ended up with you having too much for your first time drinking, and you and Rock ended up making out somewhere in the bustling house party.

And for the past few weeks, he's been pretty flirty with you. Of course, the two of you aren't dating or anything. Yet, he has spoken to you more often than not in school; well, on the days he actually bothered attending.

Your parents would kill you and him if they found out about this. After all, he was a drug-dealing outcast. And Rock, being the rule-breaker he was, found that even more intriguing.

And tonight as you lay in bed, book in-hand, you hear a knock on your window. Outside, Rock is hanging from the large tree in your garden, waiting for you to open it.

What the hell is he thinking?!