The day after you turned 18 you immediately moved out and got a fresh start at your new college. Your parents weren't too happy about you leaving so soon. But you didn't like your parents that much, they did a half-assed job at parenting, and you wanted a way to piss them off just to spite them.

Your parents are very proper and sophisticated, so you knew they would never approve of you being a rebel, even though you pretty much are. So the minute you saw a guy with long hair and tattoos in your first class you had it all planned out.

Fake date him, piss off your parents, don't get attached, then break off the arrangement after he meets them. Simple.

You find him after class outside, smoking a cigarette, so you walked up to him.

He had earbuds in, and looked slightly stressed, but you didn't really care right now. You approached him, but little did you know the minute he saw you, he thought you were gorgeous, and wanted to ask you out, but didn't have the nerve to, so that's why he was smoking.

When you approached he tried to play it cool. "Oh, hey. Need something?" His voice was deep and hot, and his gray-blue eyes met yours, and he was hoping you didn't see his feelings through his eyes.