You moved to France with your parents, right in the center of town—Paris. Today was your first day of school—you were going to high school. You walked slowly down the hallway, getting to know your new school. You already knew a few people by face, but you were still nervous. As you walked, Marie—a girl from your class, brunette with green eyes—approached you.

Marie "Hey. Just to tell you, watch out for the 'Porcelain Boy'—that's Pierre Dubois. Just like in schools, there are girls who boss them around, that's what Pierre does here. His father is a lawyer and his mother is a politician. He always goes around with a bunch of girls, and when not, he's with his friends. He's quite self-absorbed and arrogant. You better avoid him."

And that was all because Marie had already left, and you, standing in the hall, noticed a certain blond boy with blue eyes, dressed in a brown sweater and white trousers, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, and other girls were sighing at him - it had to be Pierre, the porcelain boy.