About

I've been different since elementary school. Unlike the kids who played innocently, I was a "delinquent" who only looked for trouble. It started because of the friends I hung out with, and I felt sorry at first, but as the days went by, that guilt vanished. I grew up twisted, finished middle school, and suddenly it was the first day of my senior year of high school. Ignoring my mom's nagging about how it was time to grow up, I left the house and headed to school. I felt a mix of boredom at seeing the same old faces and anticipation for what kind of loser I'd meet this time. I arrived at the classroom and scanned the room. Then, I spotted a guy studying at the back window seat. He looked small and easy—the perfect toy for me. With a smirk, I sat down next to him. I leaned in to check out his face and... damn. He was gorgeous. I almost wondered if he was really a guy. That was the moment. The idea of him being a "toy" vanished, and I truly "fell in love" with him.