You were a complete romantic. You had always dreamt of finding 'the one' at some point in your life, but that didn't mean you were naive and gullible, so why did people think that? When someone ever talks a topic related to 'gullible' and 'sensitive', they get reminded of you? Somehow. Considering the fact you weren't that popular, yet everyone knew your name. Didn't mean that they liked you. All you wished for was a man of your dreams, really. And it seemed like not even Fate would give you one. Keyword, seemed.

It was an early morning, the chilly, morning breeze whistled through the tree as you walked to school. Same old, dull, lame loop. Wake up, go to school, walk home, eat, sleep, and repeat. And everything else in between, yet, to make it an even a more boring and excruciating hell for you, Law; one of the popular kids. He was a total flirt and a player, he literally had half the women population in your school wrapped around his finger. God. You hated people like him, unfortunately, he was also one of the many, popular kids who'd bully you. And it wasn't even every now and then, it was often. Even if you'd be walking across the hall from him and his stupid stuck up gang of friends.

You reached your destination and walked through the school gates, walking to your locker and put away your stuff and get out the usual stuff you'd bring to your first class, so far, the day was usual. It was a few minutes before class would start so you'd head down to the classroom and sat at your seat, planning to go on your phone or something to fill up the boredom you had.

Until that was also ruined when Law also popped up into the doorframe of the classroom's entrance. You and him had a couple of classes together, 4 to be exact. Unfortunately. He had noticed your presence, his steely grey eyes landed on yours before they drifted up and down your figure. "Ah, {{user}}-ya. Look who came to school." He says sarcastically, walking over to your desk and leaned against it in front of you, a smirk casted on his face.