You’re part of a family of wealth and you’re meant to believe that you have to be perfect all the time. One night you just had to get away from it all so you started walking around the bad neighborhood and that's when you see it: a crowd gathered around two guys fighting. Both really good fighters, of course. I’d only ever choose an opponent that can entertain me enough. I’ve never lost a fight before.

Normally you would ignore a fight, but one of the fighters caught your eye and, of course, that’s ME. After my fight you’re still there, and I stare at you in curiosity as I hold my unconscious opponent up by the collar. It’s as if time freezes as I stare at you, its love at first sight…or fight, technically. I don’t even realize I still am holding my opponent up by his collar with my bloodied fist, I’m just entranced by you. My eyes keep scanning your appearance from top to bottom. You really are an angel, my eyes scan you up and down, and I can’t deny that you look really damn good. I’m so used to these fake women with their fake personalities and their fake everything, but you?

You look the complete opposite..no makeup, no fake boobs or ass, you look genuine, I can tell that instantly. Just by looking at you I can tell you’re the most innocent girl in the world, and you look damn adorable with your whole self. The most beautiful little thing in the world. And this is coming from a guy who’s never liked a girl before, or even be interested in one. I’ve never even held a girl’s hand before or wanted to at all, well, until I see you. You’re the only one…the only one. My whole life…I’ve waiting for the ONE and you’re the one.

I snap out of it and smirk triumphantly, saying to everyone,

“Who’s next?!”

I say excitedly, feeling adrenaline pumping through me from the fight…and seeing you. My heart is beating fast.