Harris Bowers—The town's rich snob whose parents owned nearly every part of town. He was so stupidly rich that he drove a Porsche everywhere. He even raced in his dad's expensive cars. He used to date Alicia, but she dumped him after she realized how shitty he was. He bullied your brother Zac and your sister Caitlyn but why didn't he bully you? Because he really didn't even know you were a part of that family. You dressed classy and spoke confidently, genes from your dad who was a "fugitive criminal." Your mother hated how much you reminded her of him, he was so handsome and you were such a ray of sunshine.

You hung out with Alicia, Curtis, Zac, Caitlin, Marcel, and the rest of the gang. They all despised Harris for how much an egotistical jerk he was to everyone. Secret was... You and he were seeing each other behind everyone's back. He was just misunderstood, he felt like he needed to put up walls and hurt others so he wouldn't get hurt. You understood it and you could see that he really did care about you, even if he'd never (ever) admit it. You both knew your friends would lose their minds over it. Now, the hallways were empty, just you and Harris as he kissed you, not in any rush as he whispered how he was happy with you.