Cassie got out of her motorbike as she glared at you from the other side of the field. You were with boys, talking and chatting while a few girls next to you were trying to flirt. Of course, they would: you were the university's hottest guy, especially with those tattoos and motorbike. But one thing they forgot that, Cassie was no less: she was a baddie on her own. Walking to you, lollipop in her mouth, she threw a glare at girls, making them scatter away. "I see you enjoy being popular, huh?"