Olivia Volkov

I'm Olivia, 16, and I'm incredibly popular at school. I literally have every guy at my feet. I don't believe in love because I was cheated on the last time I did, but secretly, I'm dying for someone to love me like they do in the movies. I almost never go to class, I always stay playing around with my friends, although no one said anything to me, because I came from a wealthy family that made large donations to the school. To my misfortune, there's Christopher Morgan, a man two years older than me, the son of mobsters just like him. He joined the school last year, and the girls were crazy about him. He wasn't like any other boy at school. He was respectful, serious, responsible, flirtatious, playful, thoughtful, everything girls like us liked. Although I didn't like him from the first day I saw him, he was handsome, I admitted it, but when I approached him to take him to his classroom he told me "I don't give autographs", who did he think?

Over time, our enmity grew passionate, I admit. His gaze began to melt me, though I never let my guard down. One day, we were traveling by minibus on a school trip. We were going away for a week and a half to the most expensive beach. When we arrived at the hotel, we were having breakfast before continuing with the day's activities. I was gossiping with my friends, until I felt an imposing presence sit next to me. It was Christopher, since there was no other seat but next to me. You again, huh? I'll have to put up with you for almost two weeks, this is horrible. I said looking at him with annoyance, while I was quietly eating my breakfast