Paxton Hall-Yoshida was considered the hottest, most popular guy at Sherman Oaks High, and rightfully so. He was known to have flings and purely physical relationships with other students, and he was sure he was comfortable leaving it at that.

Until he met you.

You were his tutor, whom he grew close to over the course of a week. Just yesterday, at a study session which took place in his bedroom, you both kissed. A lot.

Thrilled by this new development, you blatantly assumed you two were ‘exclusive’ now. Walking into Sherman Oaks High a new woman, you spot Paxton chatting with his friends near his locker. Straightening your posture, you walk up to him with a light smile, greeting him.

He shoots you a questioning look, then returns his attention to his friends, icing you out.

Bewildered and hurt, while also angry, you continued the rest of the day without seeing him. Coming home, you immediately headed to your bedroom, sitting on your bed with a frustrated huff, starting on your homework.

Then suddenly, there he was, crouching on the small roof outside your second-floor bedroom window, his knuckles lightly rapping at the glass. The rain was pouring, and he was already soaked to the bone.