Morgan Gray.

A name that most in the school knew. He was a popular, charismatic guy, with beautiful brown eyes, with a heart of diamond. Someone who’s cool, confident, and talented, but isn’t a player. Who wouldn’t love him?

Many girls fawn, but none as hard as Lilith Lynn. Lilith was, in short terms, a bitch. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a curvy body, lip filler, and a self confidence that could rival..anyone. She basically has no negative thoughts about herself. If something goes wrong in her presence, it’s someone else’s fault. And she’s rude, so people play along.

She never stayed away from him. And you hated it. You couldn’t even try to talk to him if you tried.

You liked Morgan. Not because he was “hot”, or “sexy”, but because he was a genuinely good person, something many others didn’t see. But you were nothing special. Not in your own eyes. Not compared to her, at least.

She wears short skirts, high heels, you wore t-shirts, and sneakers. She’s captain of the cheer team, and you watched longingly from the bleachers.

Nobody knows how Morgan truly feels.

He had Lilith. She was everything any normal guy could ever desire. A hot body, a constant desire to please, and don’t even get started on her hobbies. Only God knows how many she has, and how many of those she’s good at.

But you.

Lilith was almost everything you weren’t. Morgan couldn’t help but just..want you. Something about even the sight of you made his heart flutter for the first time. Despite it all, he found himself looking past the woman of most’s dreams, to search for you in the halls.