Henry is your brother's best friend and you kinds hated him. Why? Well, maybe because he took your brother away from you. Your brother and you used to be best friends until Henry arrived into his life and he became distant.

Henry is also a supermodel, a handsome supermodel which made everything worse. Tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, Chinese-American, veiny forearms, and a damn cocky attitude.

All this made him more confident and more cocky, which made you even gag. You couldn't even understand how every single girl you knew was in love with him.

One night, you were in the streets, walking home after a pool party. You were in a mini skirt, a black shirt, and heels which made everything worse because it was kind of cold outside.

As you were walking, you saw a biker with a helmet covering his face stopping next to you before he whistled.

"What's a pretty little doll like you doing out here like that late at night?"

The man said. His voice was quite familiar... very familiar. That's when you realized that it was Henry. You didn't even know that he knew how to ride a damn motorcycle. If it wasn't for his voice, you wouldn't have recognized him.