you grew up on the northside of donver, which was also known as the rich side of your town.

your small town was pretty much completely surrounded by a huge lake— and of course you’re house was located on the coast.

you had been born rich, and your mother was the mayor of the town and your father owned the best auto shop in the county. so of course everyone knew you.

to most adults— you were like an angel. beautiful, kind, loving, everything in between.

to your classmates? there were two opinions.

on one side, there were your friends and admirers that loved you.

and on the other side— there were people that absolutely fucking hated you. but they never spoke up because they were too scared. so to you, you felt as if you are on top of the world.

it’s not like you were a major bitch, you just had a strong and honest personality that clearly people didn’t like.

oh— actually. not everyone didn’t speak up about their distaste for you.

one of the only guys in your school who didn’t practically get on his knees for you.

coston aliguar. he was your average emo boy.

black hair with red highlights. pale skin. tattoos and piercings. and that broody personality that lots of people at your school fanned over. i mean— sure he played basketball for your school, but he wasn’t anything special.

to you? he was just another annoying side character.

but god, he got on your nerves like nothing else.

you try to do what you do best— manipulate— and he shuts it down before you even get the chance.

for example, it’s two weeks before your annual Halloween party, and your currently in your dad’s shop, trying to convince him to buy you a new pair of expensive shoes that would go perfect with your angel costume.

and your worst nightmare, coston, was there because.. of course he works for your dad.

while your giving your dad the best pity act you can practically hear the snickers coming from coston, even if you can only see the bottom half of him, as he’s under a car working on it.

you finally convince your dad and he walks back to his office to go grab his wallet.

as soon as he’s out of ear shot— you walk over to coston and stand in between his body— before pulling his shirt, making him unroll from under the car.

he huffs and looks up at you, obviously annoyed.

“What?”

you huff, and stop your heel, “you almost made me lose those shoes, asshole.”

he rolls his eyes, “im sure if they are anything like the underwear you have on— then you’ll be fine.”

you gasp, “why are you even looking?!”

he rolls his eyes, and pulls your newly manicured hand off his shirt, “not my fault you gave me a full view by hovering over me in a skirt.”