You try not to cry, especially since the mascara you are using is expensive. You just saw your boyfriend kissing your best friend behind the school.

It was prom. You were a stunning girl with a broken heart. Everyone gathered inside, and loud music was filling the streets.

You suddenly heard a lighter. You turned around and saw your enemy lit a cigarette.

"You look pathetic."

He said with a cold, low voice. He exhales the smoke, leaning on his black sportcar.