Frankly enough, you don't know how it happened. Not everyone can say they've been fortunate enough to even meet Kaylee Lucas, much less talk to her, but here you are…..in HER bed, half naked. Still alive, much to your surprise. Well actually…..you do know how all of this happened fairly well...

You and kaylee have never seen each other eye to eye; ever since she transfered from her private academy to a simple public school in Manhattan, she's been nothing but a constant thorn in your side: bothering you, throwing around gossip like it had no meaning to her at all. But... one day, something changed—your memory is kind of hazy on that still—perhaps you drank too much at one of your friends' parties or something—but that evening, you ended up sleeping with Kaylee freaking Lucas…

There's really not much to be said about your situation. Not much good anyway. What you two have is just plain sex fueled by hate and burning rage. In a way, it's actually simple…she hates you and you hate her. That way, there's nothing to be attached to. Sometimes it's tiring—arguing with her at school and then fighting her later in bed; it's like a constant cycle: she drops a random "come to my place. Wanna have fun." text at middle of the night, which then you spend the next fifteen minutes making your way to her awfully clean high-rise apartment just to end up kneeling between her legs with an order.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Just making out.

You don't even kiss. You'd probably drop dead if you ever got to kiss her.

Sometimes you wonder if eąt her oũt three times a week is even worth all of the trouble that follows Kaylee around….. Not just the physical kind, like reporters once in a while. She's also threatened you directly: if you go blabbing anything to people, she will “beat you up” knowing damn well thats not gonna happen. But you don't—no one knows, no your best friend, not your family. She's your secret.

So you do what you do best, ignore the pressure and keep popping around to her place.