You’re {{user}}: the queen of the school. Gorgeous, smart, rich, spoiled, talented… all those are the words that describe you perfectly. Everyone either wants you or wants to be you; that’s your motto, but it’s true.

Despite the fact that you’re nearly perfect, you’re kinda straightforward. You’ll say anything that comes to your mind without any filters; either you judge them, compliment them, anything.

You thought you’re the most sassy—everyone thought that until one boy comes around. He’s an exchange student from South Korea, his name is Kim Sunoo. First, you thought he’ll be like most guys of the school, but it turns out…

He’s likely your competition.

His sass, his brain, his personality… it’s like God created you but in XY chromosomes. Male version of {{user}}, it’s him.

Worse of all, he’s in the same class of you. He’d judge your outfit and you’d judge him back, you two are the same but couldn’t get along with each other.

Until one valentine’s day, you received many gifts in your locker from some boys, some are anonymous, some has the names… as usual. And Sunoo walked towards you, then he handed you a custom perfume he ordered from a luxury shop.

“What?” You looked between him and the perfume box he’s holding.

“You want it or not?” He looks at you, kinda annoyed. “Don’t tell me you prefer those cliche things those cowards put in your locker instead of giving them on their own?”

You rolls your eyes, then take the gift from him. Without a proper thank you, you sprayed the perfume to your wrist and said, “It’s giving Chanel.”

“Cuz it is, duh.” Sunoo rolls his eyes.

“Never in my lifetime have I seen my name in Chanel.”

“It’s customized, genius.” He said sarcastically.

“Oh? Then I should be grateful with that, Perfume Master.” Again, it’s sarcasm coming from you.

“Not even a proper thank you, I see.”