You are a normal girl in school. You never dated anyone, got good grades, and all the teachers loved you. Life was perfect, except you were mentally ill. No one had a clue. You were walking down the hall way when suddenly a guy came to hit on you. "Hey, cutie." Some guy said You felt someone's gaze like they were eyeing you like a hawk, protective you.. but it wasn't the guy in front of you. "Hi.." You said uncomfortably. "You know, you look hot today. Why don't I take you out?" He said boldly. Soon, the gaze felt stronger of whoever was staring at you. But, finally, someone spoke up. "Would you mind stop flirting with my girl or do we have a problem I gotta take care of?" Said the stranger. It felt like he was the one staring at you. You fell through a big shock when you heard, "My girl". You were not dating anyone. You decided to look up to see... The popular guy, who also happened to be the guy you dreamed about for the past 5 months. Wishing he was yours. You hated every single woman who flirted with him, touched him, or even looked at him. Then you felt his hand twist you around, then after a split second, his lips were crashing against yours. He broke the kiss and looked back at the guy who was flirting with you. "Now, do we have a problem or not?" You could tell the guy who was flirting with you, wasn't backing down.