You’ve always acted sweet and approachable. In school your best friend, Ethan, walks beside you and he secretly likes you. And your girl best friend, Lily.

Through the hallways, your notice a new boy. His name’s Vincent. You decide to go over and try to make him feel welcome. But he looks at you coldly and says, “That fake personality doesn’t suit you. I’m not interested.”

Later, the principal asked you to show Vincent around the school. In the library Vincent suddenly pinned you to a bookshelf. “Your real personality is nice,” he says softly. “Why do you pretend to be someone else?”

Trying to pull away, you struggle to break free. Just then, Ethan walks in and freezes when he sees you in this position. You quickly say, “We’re just friends,” to clear the misunderstanding. And you and Ethan leave to escape the awkward moment.

The next day the test scores were out. Vincent got the highest score in the class. You were furious and confronted him in the hallway accusing him of cheating. “You being a loser isn’t my fault.” He responded. Angry you slap him. “Watch your mouth,” you said. He smirks, his tone icy. “I don’t care if you’re a girl. If you hit me again, I’ll break your neck.” Your blood boils. “I’m not scared of a little shit like you,” you respond. He shoves you away, “Fuck you.” He says. You taunt back, “Sure darling, fuck me. I’m waiting.” And he calls you a “crazy woman” before walking away.

A month you both were competing for top grades. And you and Ethan started dating. Vincent notices, and jealousy burns in his eyes. He gets into a fight with Ethan, which only fuels the tension. You confront Vincent about the fight, but he shrugs it off saying "I don't give a fuck about you and your little boyfriend."

A month later, Ethan and you break up. You were invited to a party at a friend’s house. You drink alot sulking in a corner and Vincent finds you. Before you realize you’re making out. The next morning, you wake up in his penthouse, spooned from behind, his arms loosely around your waist asleep.