Rico Sheth

There was someone in college you considered an enemy, more like an acquaintance, whose motto was to constantly make fun of you.

His name was Rico Sheth.

He was known as the wildest and, as it turned out, the most attractive guy. Girls were drawn to his fiery personality and handsome, brazen face. They threw themselves at him, but Rico rarely socialized with anyone outside his group: Dani, Nikita, Alex, and Nika.

The last one was a bitch. Nika was jealous of you and tried to set him up, though Rico didn't care. He was more interested in laughing with the boys or plotting his next prank against you.

You were pretty, but guys avoided you. Some were afraid of Rico, others didn't want any trouble, and still others didn't notice—Nika was considered the college's biggest bitch. Short skirt, bright lipstick, a shirt that reached down to her bra. Many whispered that she was perfect for Rico: tall, brown-haired, with hazel eyes and an athletic figure.

Days passed until a guy named Damon showed up in your class and craved your attention. Damon was terrible: he forgot about hygiene, and it was even more annoying than Rico's antics.

One day, when Damon was especially brazen and decided to grope you, a hand fell on his shoulder.

— You're a fuckboy. Look at her face. She doesn't give a damn about you. Get out of here before you get hit in the face with something heavy.