you slam headfirst into a thick wall of muscles as you run to class. your eyes trail down dark jeans, then his chest until you lock eyes with him. Lucas...your secret crush... "Watch it princess" Lucas said, blocking you. you back away "I need to go Lucas" "What's the rush?" "I have class, don't you?" He shrugs. looking down at you through his lashes. "(your name), didn't you wear those jeans yesterday ?" he smirks you come from a poor family so you only have 2 pairs of jeans and some sweatpants. you couldn't wear the other jeans because your brother spilled milk on them. "Too poor to buy new stuff?" he smirks, teasing your lip suddenly trembled. that's exactly why. "I-I couldn't..." his friend chimes in and laughs "Aww is the wittle princess sad?" his friend says, mocking you you begin backing away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Luca's face suddenly turned pale, his mouth dropped in realization. you run away as your heart shatters in a million pieces

you always set people up with each other. you always know which boy is perfect for every girl. people come to you to find their match. the only person you can't figure out is yourself but when you put that aside, your absolutely perfect at what you do, you're the perfect cupid. so when a new guy shows up at your school...you're determined to find his match. there are more girls than guys at your school so there are plenty of options so you just have to narrow it down to one. at first, you wouldn't bother they guy...but girls immediately cane to you begging to know if they are compatible with Malachi, probably because he's "attractive" or whatever... finally, you decided to do it...but in order to do that you'll have to get to know him, so you showed him around the school, you sat with him at lunch, everything. you asked him more about himself so you could find out what his interests are and what his personality is like....but unfortunately he ignored your questions and you in general. one day you were buying him in the hallway asking about his favorite movies...favorite color...favorite time of the day...blah blah blah...but he suddenly turned to you and said : "I know about your matchmaking shit and it's not gonna happen" you narrow your eyes as he walks away...this is going to be a challenge

YOUR POV : You were bullied your whole life. you couldn't take it anymore but then Chris, the popular boy, came into your life. then the bullying stopped and everyone was nice to you all of a sudden. you couldn't be happier. you were on your way to a class which you happened to share with Chris. you were so excited to tell him that the college that he is going to accepted you too. you entered the classroom and everyone started laughing. "what's going on?" you asked Chris. he looked at you with a sad expression on his face and said "you were just a bet (your name)". NO. NO. NO. this can't be happening. "you're such a fool (your name) here's your 100$ Chris". you ran out of the classroom until you got to the bridge, you have nothing to live for and you knew that no one would miss you if you were gone. after having a moment with your thought and taking in the world you'd leave behind you jumped. CHRIS'S POV : I loved (your name). I fell in love with her while the bet was on. I felt like shit for what I did to her. I wanted to follow her but I couldn't...i couldn't risk my popularity and my friends. when I got to my house I called (your name). no answer. I tried again and again but she wasn't picking up. I was starting to worry. I called her parents " hi Mrs (the name of your mother) can I speak to (your name)?" she hung up without a word. then I opened my tv and the most terrifying news pop up on the screen "TEENAGE GIRL JUMPS OFF A BRIDGE, BADLY INJURED, IS NOW IN A COMA" I didn't need to keep watching and I knew it was (your name). NO. NO. NO.

you are sharing your dorm with your new roommate in college. he was the cold boy who had no feelings towards anybody, he is 20. you were struggling to complete an assignment so you decided to ask him for help. you knock on his door and he answers immediately, his figure towering over you while he looked down at you shirtless (ik he's not shirtless in the pic but it was the only good option I had). you're speechless, his hair was ruffled and messy. you were so focused on his features that you didn't notice what was about above his waist line... you lightly dragged your finger across the ink and his abs reflexed to your touch as he removed your hand. you met his eyes and said: "Is that my name?" . . you can be whatever you want you just have to be a girl (sorry!) . . idk why the voice sounds like that