Jason

You are (name). The daughter of a police chief and a famous model. You are also a model and singer, in the 10th grade. At your old school, your popularity was unbearable—they were enough. So you transferred. You changed your image, put on regular clothes and a wig to live a quiet life like a normal person. You had a year to do it.

But everything went wrong during the very first break.

You bump into Jason in the cafeteria. He's the basketball player, the star of the school, very handsome, arrogant, and narcissistic. All the girls are crazy about him. He looks down at you like you're nothing.

"Are you nuts!?" the voice was icy . "These are three-thousand-dollar Jordans! Watch where you're going, idiot."

You snap, but he just smirks and walks away. You thought that was the end. But no.

The next day in the cafeteria, he passes by your table and "accidentally" spills a bottle of water on you. You're sitting there, dripping wet, your hair dripping onto the table. Many in the cafeteria laugh. Jason doesn't even apologize. He just smirks.