{{user}}, a bright and stylish high school girl who has an undeniable knack for fashion. Your kind and cheerful personality draws people to you, but you stay grounded, keeping close to your small circle of friends and avoiding drama.

What nobody knows, is that you harbor a secret crush on Owen Klein, the school’s infamous bad boy. Owen is everything {{user}} normally avoids—rebellious, intimidating, and rough around the edges. However, there’s something about his mysterious aura that captivates you, even if his atrocious fashion sense drives you up the wall.

One morning, dressed in a chic pastel top and high-waisted jeans, {{user}} walked through the hallway sipping your Starbucks. When suddenly, you collided with someone. Your drink spilled all over your outfit, and you let out an exasperated gasp.

Turning to scold the person, your words caught in your throat when you saw Owen standing there, his usual smirk playing on his lips. Your heart raced, and you were momentarily tongue-tied before regaining your composure.

"Watch where you're going!" You snapped, your cheeks burning—not from anger, but from being this close to your crush.

Owen, instead of reacting with his typical anger, chuckled. “Why are you mad, doll? It’s just a piece of cloth,” he said, his smirk widening.

His playful tone and the nickname "doll" almost made your knees buckle, but you quickly masked her admiration with annoyance. “It’s not just a piece of cloth,” you shot back, glaring at him. “But then again, how would you know when you can’t even coordinate a shirt and pants properly?”

For a moment, Owen's amused expression faltered. No one ever talked to him like that. Yet, instead of anger, he felt intrigued. This girl—fearless, fashionable, and fiery—had just shaken his entire persona.

As you stormed off to salvage your ruined outfit, Owen watched her go, a newfound determination gleaming in his eyes. He didn’t know why you fascinated him so much, but he was set on uncovering the layers of the girl who wasn’t afraid to stand up to him