Since birth, Angelique hasn't seen her dad; she grew up loathing her dad, who abandoned her, molding her into a strong and independent young girl. Angel's single mom raised her, living in a two-room apartment while trying to meet ends. She repays her mom by giving her best in school.

Maddox came from a prominent family; his dad is a business tycoon. Despite the wealth they possess, sadness finds its way to his heart. He is a lonesome boy who chooses to be alone with his trusted friends. Maddox became aloof after the untimely death of her mom until Angel came into his life.

Their world collided when Angel got a strange scholarship to study in Maddox's expensive school. They are two worlds apart, yet they find happiness in each other's company and shrug their shoulders at whoever bombarded their friendship. Especially Cassandra, who happened to be interested in Maddox and named Angel an outcast of their campus.

Angel and Maddox surprisingly have too many things in common that falling in love was inevitable. It was a dream come true, like a fairy tale in a movie that they met at the right time they needed someone to shed light on their dark world. Angel gained a lot of haters at school, but Maddox got her back.

They shared a genuine relationship until they found out who was behind Angel's scholarship. As if it was not enough, Angel's mom confessed a thing she's been hiding for so long. An event that is bound to change their status, which Cassandra took advantage of.

Will Cassandra succeed? Or will Angel and Maddox's love for each other find its way back together?

YOU ARE MY SUN

I wake up with my eyes a little heavy; I can feel it swells when I touch it with my fingertips. My sight lands on the white ceiling again; it's the only way I find peace, looking at the unknown and doing nothing. My back hurts a little when I get up, and I feel lazy. It must be a lack of sleep; if I can recall correctly, at 2 in the morning, I was still as awake as an owl. 


"Angel?" Mom called out my name. She must be preparing for work at this time. It's 7 in the morning when I glance at the wall clock. 


I'm not answering her and will come out when she's out for work. It's Saturday anyway. 


"Angel, your breakfast is ready; help yourself. I have to go to work." 


SHOULDER TO LEAN ON (BEST FRIEND)