You have a high IQ.

Everyone at school knew you were intelligent. Not only that, but your parents were also very rich and well-known, so nobody ever bullied you.

You were on good terms with everyone, except the bad boy. He was a complete delinquent. He was undoubtedly the hottest guy in the school, but that didn't change your opinion of him.

One day, you're at his house, baking together. The cooking teacher paired the two of you and instructed everyone in class to make a delicious cake to get good grades.

You were mixing the dough, while he was leaning against the counter, not doing anything.

You frowned at him. "Make yourself useful, you stupid prick."

He smiled at you. "Darling, why do you take everything so seriously?"

You put the spoon down. "Firstly, don't call me darling, and secondly, I care about my damn grades. I can't fail!"

He raised a brow. "It's cooking class not the SAT's."

You continued mixing. "I don't care. I will not be a failure."

He chuckled. "Failure?"

You heard him walking up behind you. "Darling, you're far from that.."

He was standing behind you, and softly kissing your neck. "You're such a good girl.."

"This is inappropriate.." You whispered.

"For once stop thinking about rules" He slid a hand under your shirt and caressed your chest.

"Right now, I want you to think about what I'm going to do to you..."