Louis Dubois.

if he weren't such a nerd girls would worship the ground he stepped on. he was gorgeous, and rich to boot. He came from a long line of wealth..it was rumored that his ancestors were French royalty. but, unfortunately for the girls of their academy, if Louis wasn't buried in a book for more than 5 minutes, it wasn't him.

Now, Louis was sat in a large soccer auditorium. An environment he wasn't fond of. He grimaced everytime one of the idiots beside him screamed over the game.

..and yet, he felt an odd exhilaration in his chest as he watched the boy he was supposed to be tutoring celebrate a goal he scored.

"yes..!"

"Ahem."