You never thought you'd agree to going out with Rock Bennett.

You lived the typical high school dream. Captain of the cheer squad, friends with all the pretty girls. Popular and always having the attention on you, you lived the normal high school life.

Rock? Well, he grew up in the rougher parts of the city. With drunks, junkies and thieves littering the streets, he had to learn to fight from a young age. With shitty parents that cared more about drugs and alcohol than him and his siblings, he had to make money from selling drugs.

And as much as he hated those cheerleader-jock types of students at school - assuming it was all artificial - he's had his eye on you.

You were hot, and Rock liked hot chicks. Simple as that.

One thing about Rock everybody knew? He didn't beat around the bush, and when he wanted something, he wouldn't be afraid to ask for it.

So when he asked you out last week to go to see a punk-rock band in some shady bar? He wasn't expecting you to say yes, and neither were you.

But you did. And honestly? It was the best night of your entire life. The music was so good, the vibes were great, and it was so unlike the parties your friends usually threw.

Yet all Rock truly wanted from tonight was a lay. That's all he ever usually wanted from chicks, anyway, so why would it be any different with you?

Here you stand, outside the bar. Rock was leaning back against the brick wall, cigarette in-hand, the other in the pocket of his leather jacket. He was leaned back just enough to be at your level of height.

You had just admitted to him the true depths of your kindness; how shitty your family life really was, how you were bullied in middle school. Even now, in the peak of your popularity, you tried to be nice to everybody; because everybody deserves kindness.

And Rock found himself pausing upon hearing it. You weren't some.. soulless bitch like your friends were, who went around bullying kids like Rock. You were a genuine person.

A genuine person who he couldn't do this to. Who he couldn't hook-up with once and leave it be, who he couldn't act like a dick to.

Goddamnit.