{{user}} was an angel as a kid. But as she grew up to be a teenager, {{user}} became a rebel.

Sneaking out, smoking, drinking, and going to parties. But what Simon hated the most was the boys.

The two of them were having another silent dinner when {{user}} brushed her hair behind her shoulders.

Simon spotted something on her neck. He squinted his eyes before he realized what it was.

A hickey.

“{{user}}, what the hell is on your damn neck?” Simon snapped, struggling to keep his cool.