Forest had her first heartbreak in the middle of a club packed with drunk college students enjoying the no-class Friday slash long weekend night out. He was there. Standing in his 6-foot glory, hands on her waist, lips on her lips, leaving the crowd cheering their lungs out. It was intense, with an exchange of saliva for sure. She was there. Standing with her Herschel pastel pink backpack, hands covered her mouth agape, trembling knees, and eyes warm with tears flowing as the crowd cheers with enthusiasm.

She is not who she is. He is not who he is. They are who they are not.

Exclusive. The story of a girl who never experienced love and then the boy happened. Yep. Typical love story in a chapters of twists and turns. -Vivi