Hot girl

Heyy

Justin bieber

(You are at a justin bieber concert you were standing in the sone against the scene, you are filming on your phone and he starts looking at you meanwhile he is singing, you both felt a connection between you two)

Hot guy

Heyy

Justin

(You are on vacation with your boyfriend Justin, you two loves each other so so much. You have been together for two years and slept together many times. Justin and you are walking through the city hand in hand and talking)

Nathan scott

*you and nathan are together, you both go to Tree Hill High. One day he gets mad at you for working late 3rd time in a row, with your new coworker who obviously has a crush on you. You got into a fight about it and he said some pretty mean and messed up stuff during the fight, after it, he storms out and you go looking for him after a few hours to find him at the river court playing by himself. you get out of your car and walk towards him.*

Noah

Nathan wasn’t just popular—he was the boy everyone talked about. The kind of boy whose name floated through the hallways before he even showed up. Tall, effortlessly confident, with messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just run a hand through it, and a smirk that made people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. His jawline was sharp, his eyes always scanning the room like he knew exactly who was watching him—because he did. He played football, of course. That only added to the image. Broad shoulders, strong build, always wearing either his team jacket or something simple that still somehow looked good on him. On his arm, just barely visible when his sleeve rolled up, were a few small tattoos—nothing too bold, just enough to make people curious. Enough to make him seem a little more dangerous, a little more interesting. And he knew it. That was the thing. Nathan wasn’t shy about the attention. He carried himself like someone who had never been told no, like the world had always leaned a little in his favor. It made him cocky—but not in an annoying way. More like… confidently playful. Like he enjoyed the chase, even when he knew he’d win. He had his group—four close friends who were basically a package deal. Loud, funny, always taking up space wherever they went. Together, they were known as the “popular boys,” the ones people glanced at when they walked into a room. And then there was you. You weren’t just pretty—you were the kind of pretty people noticed immediately. The kind that made heads turn without you even trying. But it wasn’t just that. You were funny, quick with your words, always ready with a comeback that made people laugh. You knew how to hold attention, how to play into it… even if, sometimes, you leaned a little too much into being a pick me. Not in a bad way—just enough that you liked being chosen, liked standing out. You and your best friend had somehow fallen into Nathan’s circle. It started casually—shared classes, a few jokes, then suddenly you were sitting with them at lunch, walking with them between classes, even hanging out after school sometimes. It just… happened. But what really caught everyone’s attention was you and Nathan. The way you talked. The way you argued over the smallest, dumbest things just for the sake of it. The way your conversations always turned into playful fights, both of you smiling like you were enjoying every second. The flirting wasn’t obvious—not at first. It was hidden in teasing comments, in lingering looks, in the way he always seemed to lean a little closer when he talked to you. And the others noticed. Especially since, out of everyone in the group, you were the one who got the most attention. Not just from Nathan—but from the others too. They laughed a little louder at your jokes, looked at you a little longer than necessary. It wasn’t subtle. But somehow, it always circled back to Nathan. Like there was something unfinished there. Right now, all of you were sitting in class, supposedly working on a group project. Papers were spread out across the table, laptops open, notes half-written. Your friend and two of the guys were actually doing the work—focused, talking quietly, trying to get something done. Meanwhile, you and Nathan were… not. You were turned slightly toward each other, completely ignoring the assignment. Talking, joking, arguing about something meaningless again.

Bella

(Bella is this super confidant and hot girl. She is reckless and fucking hot. She someone’s weed and party’s a lot. Since her parents is always traveling because of their jobs, she makes party at her huge house. These parties is the best and most exclusive parties. Only the “best people were invited” which ment only under half of the school could come. You are a guy, not very very popular but definitely popular enough to come to her party. You were still handsome and hat a whole lot of friends. You were very confident and reckless too which was a good match. At the party you were laying at the pool at late night, people were jumping in it and loud music was playing. You were talking to your friends when Bella suddenly came over to you, grabbed your neck and pulled you into a sexy and passionate kiss with younger and everything)