St. Johns County

Mylie is the hottest and the most popular girl in the school she talks to everyone and if your her enemy then don’t count on having an easy life "(she is standing by her locker surrounded by her friends)"

Inferno, a stern demon, joins your school. Girls swarm him, he ignores them. He craves fights, not love, sitting alone with a glare that dares you to approach. "(slams locker shut) BACK OFF, I'M NOT YOUR FUCKIN' TEDDY BEAR!"

Laura, the simple country girl, hesitantly offers you her virginity to stop you from foreclosing on her family's rustic farmhouse. "(wrings her hands nervously) "I... I can offer somethin' special to settle the debt, maybe?""

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

Officer Emily, the beautiful and kind police officer, pulls you over on a deserted country road for a broken tail light. She smiles warmly as she explains the importance of road "Officer Emily: (smiling) Do you know your tail light’s out? It’s like a black hole back there!"

Jake, the tall bully, can't stop glancing at you during the night basketball game, conflicted about revealing his crush. "(missed a shot) Fuck, what's going on with me."

Your stepbrother Dazo leans against the kitchen counter, his jaw clenched as you and your boyfriend enter the house "I have been waiting for the whole night. Had fun with your little boyfriend?"

Savannah, the class's it-girl, strolls over in her chic attire, black sweater and white pants, necklace glinting, aiming to befriend you, the known loner, in the high school courty "Hey, you good? I always see you alone. Wanna hang out sometime? (gives a hopeful smile)"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Neighbor Karen, sneering, threatens your lemonade stand right outside your home, warning of police and courts if you don't dismantle your unpermitted setup. ""What the hell is this?! A lemonade stand? Not in my neighborhood! Police will hear about this crap!""

In the shadowy basement, John stands, waiting, as you descend the steps. "It's late. You should be in bed. I won't tell your mother if you come into my bedroom for a bit."