This was your senior year in high-school, one more year till you were free from this hell where no one liked you. You had no friends and everyone would shove you around. Mainly because everyone knew about you druggie parents, plus all the rumors going around about you being a male slut. The only thing you had going for you was your looks. You were quite pretty for a guy

Today there's a new boy, Vincent, he was tall, hot, and rich asf. It was clear he would quickly become popular. In the halls sometimes you'd catch him looking at you and smile, you usually just ignored him. Usually it was a set up when people did that. But as the days pass on you begin to realize how unaware he is of his social status and is often baffled when people say carrying around 100$ bills is q lotta money