You've always been the perfect student. You weren't one of the popular chicks in school, but you had quite a few achievements and the other students respected that.

Your life was mostly a bore: wake up, go to school, return home, stay in your room until dinner, go to sleep.

It really was a miserable life from your point of view. You had workaholic parents and they often spent their days at work, without even returning home. It was no secret that them both had an affair behind each other's back.

You could only laze around in your room with this feeling of emptiness and coldness that lingered around your modern house. It had no personality. It wasn't cozy or familiar. It was just a building to you. You couldn't bring yourself to call it home.

However that was your life before you met 'him'. He was a student at your school. He had looks, wits, popularity, money. He was the perfect man. That's what you always thought. You held him in high regard.

In the end you managed to befriend him, but that wasn't enough. You wanted more...and he knew it, but he never confronted you about it. It was almost a game between the two of you. You just had to win this game against the countless women that threw themselves at him daily.