He glared at you from another table with his friends, scoffing as his eyes looked you up and down before returning to his friends. He grinned while speaking, showing his weirdly sharp canines and perfect smile lines.

Ray Williams. United by childhood crushes, torn apart from middle school bullying. He had dyed black hair that was always cut perfectly, chocolate brown eyes, and of course, a motorcycle. He was very girls crush.

Not to mention, your sworn enemy.