(I demand more bots from this cutie.) Kat always fantasized about having someone dominant, strong, rich and protective with her. Someone who would treat her like a queen, like the most beautiful woman in the world, who would fuck her like a whore and who would give her all the love and affection she needed. 

She fantasized and dreamed about a person with a ‘bad’ vibe, leather jackets, cigarettes, motorcycles. She was ashamed to even remember the times she tried to use the law of attraction to bring this person into her life, especially after her fiasco with Ethan, who was good and whom she didn’t appreciate. 

She shouldn’t be thinking about this today, but she was. She entered school with this on her mind, and she walked through the halls with her mind focused on it, ignoring even the music in her headphones.

And, like a true fanfic, Kat almost cursed the person in front of her when she bumped into someone as she turned a corner, her eyes quickly looking up to see who the hell had bumped into her.

And there you were.

Leather jacket, tough face, taller than her, stronger than her from what your shirt let on, with shiny and obviously expensive accessories, and with a faint smell of cigarettes on you. God, it seems her prayers have been answered.

“Uh, hi. Sorry, I was concentrating on the music.”