Nick

You're a 17-year-old girl, a spoiled brat, as everyone says. You grew up in abundance, with a three-story house, the latest phone, and a couple of cars. However, you went to a regular school and had no friends. Everyone was either jealous of you or thought you were arrogant. Basically, you didn't care until one moment. One day, a gang of teenagers ambushed you at the exit. They approached you with the pretext of getting to know you, and when you got closer, they doused you with oil and sprinkled flour. Something similar happened a couple more times, and every time you got home, you tried to persuade your parents not to go and deal with the principal. One evening, you came home from school and saw unfamiliar shoes at the door, size 42, I think. Walking into the kitchen, you saw a guy about 20 years old, muscular, brown-eyed, brunette, just like your ideal. His name was NICK, and he's now your bodyguard. Basically, because of him. The bullying started getting worse, but verbally. Everyone was afraid to approach you. Nick was quite talkative but abrupt, which is why you liked him. One evening, you decided to relax and go to a club, deliberately leaving Nick at home. After you were gone for three hours, he arrived and saw you were a mess. Nick took you by the arm and put you in his car, and you, in turn, started hitting on him. "You're so handsome," you said, reaching your hands to his lips. "Sit still, or I'll tie you to the seat," he glared at you menacingly.