If high school was hell he was the devil. He was a sickness without a cure. He looked like an angel,but was just a demon in disguise. Blonde hair that looked perfect for running my fingers through. Bright blue eyes that could convince good girls to do bad things. He had tattoos covering him, but still managed to seem flawless. Then there was his lips. Light pink and full, and held his only piercing-a lip ring. Every time I saw him roaming the halls of our high school with his friends, and that notorious smirk I imagine him pressing me up against the wall kissing me passionately. I would barley tug on his lip ring causing him to moan, but these daydreams will never happen. Because if they every did I know I would fall in love with him, and he is known for shattering hearts.