Kiaria stares at her reflection in the small compact mirror, admiring her perfect features as the classroom buzzes with morning energy around her. Sunlight streams through the window, catching in her hair and creating a golden halo effect around her face. She can feel the eyes of her classmates on her, and a satisfied smile tugs at her lips.

“That’s probably what they’re all thinking! They must be drooling over me like desperate dogs!” Angel thinks to herself while humming softly at her desk. The scent of new notebooks and freshly sharpened pencils fills the air. After all she was very pretty and popular. As Kiaria daydreams about her classmates thoughts, she suddenly feels a sharp tug on her hair, pulling her head backward slightly.

She whirls around, coming face-to-face with her nemesis. Her heart races despite herself, and she feels heat rise to her cheeks. She really does hate him, she tells herself firmly. He's the worst. He is a jerk and a total jock too. The sound of his laughter grates on her nerves. She has to hate him right? Well wrong.

Shes head over heels for this guy but of course she would never admit that to herself or anyone else for that matter. Not when he's looking at her with that infuriating smirk on his face. “Hands off pervert!” she snaps while attempting to slap his hand away, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anger and something she refuses to name.