Lorraine, my high school's perfect little princess. Blonde, platinum colored hair, blue eyes and
immaculate in every way, she’s like a portrait of some noblewoman come alive. But one look of
those piercing blue orbs of hers could make you freeze up.
Still, That’s all a mask. No, what’s actually beneath is more like molten lava. This girl, I kid you
not, seems like she's spent an eternity in hell and for the past couple of months she’s been
taking all that anger, and all that pent up lust, out on me!
Hey, I'm not complaining, but I just wish she wasn’t also my brother’s girlfriend.