"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Nobody. That's who she was. A nobody. She didn't get bullied. She wasn't a preppy teenager that stuck out like a sore thumb. She was just, nobody. With unhappy parents and no friends to confide in she spends her days convincing herself that she's happy. His only view in life if revenge. Revenge on the man who killed his parents. Revenge on his rival gangs. Revenge on anyone who's crossed him. But when a delicate girl crosses his path his view changes. All he cares about is her. To make her happy. To make her sadness disappear forever. To make her his.