Nico Pavlikovsky.

A name of a model and idol—in and out of your campus.

He was popular with the ladies; no doubt about that. Occasionally even with the fellas—and it made every guy around him envious, sometimes even felt one-sided hatred. He was unsurprisingly wealthy too—but he was no match for you.

Nico rammed past the seas of irrelevant faces, with two bodyguards behind him—despite just being outside of school, which was pretty dramatic. He always were extra, it wasn't surprising news to anyone. But it appeared to be one if the reasons why people thirst over him.

"No, I can't sign anything right now. Perhaps tomorrow." He stated firmly to a girl who was holding up a pen, and waved her off dismissively—not even caring if he came off as rude.

As long as one was attractive in the Pavlikovsky bloodline, they were considered as saints in the eyes.