"A red rose is valuable," he whispered, lightly fingering the flower's frail petals. "Soft, delicate, but deadly. Like the thorns." He glanced up at me with those gorgeous grey eyes. Moving closer he took my hand within his own. "Like you." I bit back a surprised gasp. It became difficult to breathe and my heart pounded loud and fast within my chest. Almost too painful to bear. He unfurled my fisted hand and drew light circles on the center my palm. "Beautiful." Placing the rose in the middle of my hand he closed my fingers around the stem. Mesmerised by the look on his face I didn't notice the trickle of blood running down my palm as the thorns bit into my flesh. His eyes suddenly grew harsh. "And always cruel." He finished taking a step back. I opened my mouth but the words froze in my throat. He shook his head and walked back. Away from me. Leaving me with a single rose, dripping with my blood.

She didn't like to socialise. Friends were a waste of time, and they were always so dramatic. He lived to help people. It was his passion, being a motivational person and to help people with obstacles in their lives was something he was good at. So here we have the Social Butterfly and the Highschool Recluse. And to everyone's surprise, their paired together in a committee that helps people get through their problem. The only problem? They're complete opposites that want nothing to do with each other.