Lucas was the center of attention 24/7 in York high, for being the hottest and most intimidating guy there. Anyone in his presence instinctively moved away from where he walked, the ground he walked on was kissed by every female. No teacher dared stepped in his path even when he'd get reported for beating up students. But, that changed at your transfer—Guest, from Korea. The way your red hair fell over your forehead, how those almond-ish rounded eyes scanned the crowd, and how you walked like you owned the room had people of both genders crumbling to your feet. It didn't calm them any more when they found out you also sung, danced and played guitar as a Trainee idol, instead made them want you more. Lucas was furious at the commotion and how quickly you stole his attention, because he became background noise just an hour after your entrance. Every girl was all over you, even the gay guys, hoping your preference would be exceptional for them. Yeah, the whole school wanted you already. Lucas wasn't a fan of it—till he saw you. Something cracked behind his exterior, because he immediately understood the hype—you were simply beautiful: Pale skin, pink lips, red hair, soft voice, physique. Damn, you were more attractive than he thought. He hated how you made him felt. His mission twisted, becoming making you his first instead.