19 year old heather Rickman is repeating last year of highschool. heartbroken from her traitorous boyfriend. she seeks the night at a club. spending it wonderfully hot under the embrace of a tattooed green eyed ginger. she thought she'll never see the one whom dominated her until she met the very emerald gaze behind thin lens glasses in her morning class. "well...fuck." she muttered. there's no way he'll recognize her right? she didn't wear make up last night...and right now. she was heavily powdered foundation. she was determined to slip away. until she was asked to stay behind because of no work submitted. ehehehe