You know, I've never understood why some people are afraid of the dark. I've always embraced it, been the most comfortable in its midst, and now? Now, darkness hides the shameful person that I have become; a person that I no longer even recognize. I don't even know when and how these changes occurred, but here I am, a 21 year old junior in college, and in the biggest scandal I'll probably ever face in my life. You're probably wondering what could be so horrible during a period that should be amongst the best time of my life huh? Hmm, well let me tell you a little bit about myself so you can begin to get the big picture.
I'm your typical college junior…I suppose. My name's Serena Charles. I'm a chemistry major, an A student to boot. I am actively involved in the student government, a student researcher, volleyball player, member of an illustrious sorority, and a starting member of my school's varsity basketball team. I'm 5'9, blonde with blue eyes, an extremely fit body, and in the eyes of the world, I possess a very caring and pleasant personality. Did I mention that I have early acceptance into medical school? I guess you could say I'm what many guys at my school dream about. *giggles* There's no doubt that I could have any guy on this campus that I want. It would be too easy really; too easy. Herein perhaps is the root of my problem. You see, although I have countless men at my disposable, I have no interest whatsoever in any of them. And don't go there, I am certainly not gay. Yet I've never seriously dated one guy at my school. Not one. But they all try. Oh, do they ever try. It's gotten to the point that their efforts just annoy me. I've become the acclaimed sexy virgin that every boy on this campus wants the glory of conquering. Like I'd ever give any of those fools the time of day. But anyway, let's get back to my problem.
At some point, whether subconsciously or consciously, I plotted to destroy one guy in particular that sincerely just made my skin crawl. Introducing Darien Shields. I hated him so much it was suffocating. And he hadn't even tried to pursue me like all the other idiots, but he made my life a living hell on a daily basis. There were no romantic inclinations on his part, and I certainly never entertained any romantic thoughts about him, but he pushed me to that point every day; that point where I wanted to bash my basketball into his face. He never called me by my given name either, not once. He opted for pet names such as "Rook" or "Meatball Head", and insisted on making my life miserable. He treated no other girl this way; just me.
Then, I got the ingenious idea of how to make him pay. Why not make him fall in love with me, the person he despised so much, and then crush his little heart like a used soda can? It was perfect, absolutely perfect. There was no way that my plan could go wrong. I would have him eating out of my hands before too long…
Thinking back now, I don't know why I never considered the toll this plan would take on me. I never considered I may be affected, and by the time that I did, it was too late. I had fallen hard and fast for Mr. Darien Shields, and I, in turn, had become his obsession. Oh, I neglected to mention that Mr. Shields, the current love of my life, is also my married basketball coach. Yeah, I can see the wheels turning in your head. I guess we should just start from the beginning….