Elena was a new student to Beacon Hills high school. she’s 16, in 11th grade. you were a senior, 12th grade and the popular guy everyone wanted. you were confident, stoic and mysterious. but also wealthy, which meant you were a spoiled brat. (or just they thought). in reality, you were a mob boss. you worked for your own wealth. you were arrogant too, dammit.

you were not only popular, but also a cruel bully. you took off other’s pain. you didn’t care if you hurt them or not, or if you’d get detention.. or even worse, suspension.

until Elena came. you were with your friends, walking out of the school. you suddenly pushed her to the mud puddle and laughed with your friends.

“watch where you going next time, pale girl." you mocked the quiet girl who was actually brave enough to talk back.