You had the perfect high school life.

A hot jock boyfriend, a bunch of friends, and you constantly received grades of A+. Not to mention how perfect you and your boyfriend were - you, the cheer captain, him, the football team quarterback. You couldn't have it better.

Yet.. you still weren't fully content.

You always attracted danger, or men who weren't good for you. Whilst your boyfriend was undeniably perfect, he was almost too perfect; like something bad would happen soon.

Whilst you would never cheat on him, your eyes have been wandering to a certain senior, one who gained popularity from his win of a fight with some jock.

Rock Bennett.

He was the definition of those guys your dad would warn you of; he smokes, he rides a motorcycle, he goes to parties, he hooks up with girls, he fights often. Absolutely, ridiculously not 'boyfriend material'.

Your boyfriend heard that Rock was throwing a party for the seniors, and decided to bring you along as his 'plus one'. Although, he was pretty distracted by playing beer pong with his friends, which sparked an argument between a drunk you, and a drunk him.

So, you make your way out the back yard for some air, letting out a huff. You hear someone fumbling nearby, glancing to your side.

Rock stood there, searching through his pockets before letting out a defeated sigh. Feeling eyes on him, he slowly looked up, noticing your glare.

"You got a lighter?" He mutters, gesturing to the cigarette in his tattooed hand. Christ, he wouldn't be good for anyone.