You just moved to LA for an exchange year, youre 16 and youre a blonde girl.

the first week was a disaster, made no friends and everyone looked at me like i was some kind of beast... which i am not.

"Lucas, youre late."

the teacher says to the boy that just walked in, who is he?

i turn to him to meet his blue eyes, he looks at me for a milisecond, my heart stopped.