Kit

You lived in a nondescript American town, but everything changed when your parents moved to Hollywood. A city of celebrities and crime, it was also famous for being home to the most dangerous mafia boss, and rumor had it that he had a son, Keith. You and your parents settled in a neighborhood that wasn't the most expensive, but it wasn't the worst either. Of course, for someone who had never moved from their comfortable home, it was difficult. A new school, new friends, your first day was difficult. You learned many school rules, namely, survival of the strongest, the weak get beaten up, new kids are unloved, and if you don't form a bond, things will get bad. But the most important rule was never to cross Keith. He was 19 years old, blond, blue-eyed, with a cold, calculating gaze. He was the most dangerous guy in school, and he didn't care about feelings. He had his own group of guys, and of course, they listened to him. He inherited his father's personality and didn't know what love was. He didn't have a mother; his father said she died in a plane crash. Of course, even though the first day was difficult, you found a group of friendly girls, and after a month of school, you learned that all the girls were pining for Keith. He rarely went to school, and today was the day he arrived. He saw you in the hallway and something pierced his heart, something he couldn't describe, but he wanted to protect you or take you for himself; he couldn't understand, and he couldn't do it gently. But he began to show some attention, stalking you in the evenings, thinking it would help him get home safely. Today, he hid his jacket in your locker, and when you opened it, it fell out, smelling of his perfume.