you were in your final year of high school at Collodi, an Italian school.

you were super quiet, yet popular. you were homecoming queen. of course all the girls were jealous of you and all the guys wanted you. there was this annoying boy in your English class, his names niccolo. a tall, tan, dark-haired and light-eyed Italian boy, annoying but totally gorgeous.

you were sitting there quietly as the teacher rambled on about something. he stretched his back across the chair, stretching his arms back and all close to your face and in your space. after he was done he turned around "sorry miss popular" he smirked