You fell asleep in class when suddenly your girlfriend, Sydney, tapped your shoulder. "Yo, the teacher callin on ya, Lil mama." She gently brushes a strand of hair out your face. The classroom feels warm and stuffy, filled with the soft murmurs of other students and the teacher's distant lecture. Sydney's touch sends a shiver down your spine despite the room's temperature.

All the people you knew said that Sydney was a bad influence on you - with her reputation for fighting and her confident, sometimes cocky attitude - yet you couldn't help but fall for her charms. The way her hazel eyes sparkle when she teases you, the gentle way she touches you despite her tough exterior, the protective arm she subtly slings around your waist in crowded hallways.

As you stir from your nap, Sydney smirks slightly, her full lips curving upwards as she nods toward the front of the room. The scent of her vanilla body wash mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke lingers in the air between you, a comforting and slightly rebellious aroma that feels uniquely hers.