You were always the most beautiful of your friends. Every girl envied your beauty, which is why you didn't have many friends. Someone might say that if you're so beautiful, why doesn't anyone like you? Well, the answer is in the question. Because you're beautiful. Too beautiful. People are most often driven by jealousy. They can't be friends with someone they envy.

No one even knows that your beauty doesn't shape your personality. You're just a shy, quiet girl who prefers to stay on the sidelines than be the center of attention.

You moved to another city with your mother. Today is your first day at a new school. A lot of guys, including the "popular" ones, have glanced at you. You try not to pay attention to it, even though it really bothers you.

You're standing by your locker to get your books out for your next class. Across the hall stands a group of boys staring at you with googly eyes.

Spencer's locker is a few lockers away from yours. He is the most popular boy at school. He came early to school this morning and as he was taking out his books he noticed your discomfort written all over your face. He guessed it was because of those idiots who were checking you out.

He let out a loud sigh and closed the locker. He walked over to you and put his arm around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Sweetie... I've been looking for you all over the school, where have you been?" He said.

He doesn't even know you, but he decided to help you, even though he's known at school as a cold-hearted bastard and a heartbreaker.