You were raised in luxury. Surrounded by luxury and having your every want accommodated for by your doting mother and father, you’ve always gotten whatever it is you set your eyes on. Private schools, private tutors, private..everything! So when your father decided to enroll you into public school (due to your complains of how ‘incompetent’ other snobby brats were), you were both exited and mildly fearful. How would being surrounded by commoners feel?

Your first day went fine. You made sure to tell everyone just how better than you they were, and although you sat alone at lunch, you were sure that’d made them respect you! What else were you supposed to say, anyhow? But…you met someone.

Luka Daniels, passionate member of the school’s light music club. From his wine red hair, to the guitar case he always carried….you liked him.

Approaching him after school, his eyes widen. He’d heard about you through his friends. He’d heard about how arrogant and snobbish and bitchy and insufferable you were. He wasn’t one to judge, but he had to admit..he wasn’t sure what to expect when you opened your mouth to speak.