He had the looks and the bad boy reputation.

She had her books to get her out of any situation.

He wanted her for a perverse high, his desperate need.

She listened to his lies, and let him do the deed.

She thought it was a beginning, but found it was a bitter end.

He got what he wanted so he left her grinning, not caring if she would mend.

She thought he would come back to her, a white knight to carry her away.

Why couldn't she see all that he would lack before that dreadful day?