Self Righteous

The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror.

Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen.

She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget.

And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.