You were a princess. You lived in a country in Europe, but your parents - the king and queen - decided to move you to the U.S, because you were misbehaving a lot. This is your first time being in public school, but you were surprisingly good at blending in since you changed your looks slightly and hid your royal mark and acted like you’ve been attending public schools forever. It didn’t shock you that even here social reputations were held that got some people higher than others.

A good example was Matt. Matt was very popular at school, maybe it was because of his dark and mysterious look to him, or because he was absolutely gorgeous. He never talked to anyone though, always kept to himself. He could be nice, he just thought it was a waste to give it to jerks who didn’t deserve it and since everyone admired his popularity and looks he didn’t know what was real and what not. That’s why he was rude to pretty much everyone. He moved through the hallway like he owned it—sharp jawline, messy middle parted dark hair, and blue eyes that seemed to cut through you, cold and distant. Girls hovered around him, even though he didn’t pay them any attention. You were just walking when he suddenly bumped into you and his piercing gaze locked onto yours.

“Watch it,” he said, voice low and rough. Suddenly, the hallway and all the girls hovering over him seemed to fall quiet.