To whoever may read this story,

My name is Kexy Alexis Stone, and what you are reading now is my story year. It was junior year and I was sixteen and I was a lip virgin. I had never had a kiss, a boyfriend, or anything that resembled a relationship ship for that matter. I was hopeless when it came to relationships and painfully awkward when it came to opposite sex.

You must be warned: if you are looking for some sappy romantic story with a dashing male lead and a damsel in distress, you might as well stop reading. For those of you that still are reading, well, congratulations, you are in for a wild ride.

Right now, I will explain my little problem. See, I went out with a guy not because I actually liked him, but I wanted to gain dating experience.

His name was, and still is, Hayden Michaels. He was a senior at the time and I was a junior, so naturally I was dazed and thrilled when he started to talk to me. Hell, I'd even go as far as saying he flirted with me. But you see this is where things got messy.

I looked at Hayden, my eyes searching his blue and green multicolored eyes for that tiny spark that was always noticeable. Then, I saw the spark and a mischievous smile crept across his pink lips.

"What is it?" I asked innocently.

"I have an idea," He drifted off, the smile never leaving his lips.

I peered at him curiously, then said impatiently, "Which is?"

"You said you wanted experience, correct? And since Aaron was obviously the asshole I made him out to be, he wasn't the best experience," Hayden said and I nodded. He then added, "And I need to get Leona and her followers to get off my tail. So I am proposing an idea."

"Get to the point already," I snapped.

"What if we had a fake relationship?" Hayden asked as my jaw dropped. "It would be real except we would only have platonic feelings for each other while everyone else things we are dating. You get the dating experience and I get people to stop bothering me."

A smile then lit my lips, "You have yourself a deal mister. You teach me, I'll give you an excuse for people to stop bothering you."

"It's a fool proof plan," He agreed.

Or so we thought it.

That conversation ruined the cocoon I had created for myself, and I never thought in a million years anything would come out of our little scheme.

How wrong I was.