Christopher Prescott was a legacy at his frat, Alpha Rho Delta. His dad being the senator made him pretty important around campus. He was reasonably attractive too, and you’d assumed it went to his head— judging by the fact that he only surrounded himself with the most privileged people at the university. Shallow. Insensitive. Pathetic. So many words used to run through your mind at the mere thought of someone so different from you..

You never prepared to be paired with him for a project.. to enjoy the witty jokes he shared over the library table.. to feel inexplicable heat whenever you caught him staring a little too hard… you never expected to like him.

Or to let him kiss you.

Chris had a lot of eyes on him, you’d unfortunately come to realize that every detail of his life was strategically planned. When gossip followed him everywhere like the snake it was, he couldn’t afford to be seen with someone like you. Especially not romantically. Not when his entire purpose in life was a vain effort to please his parents that would never approve of you.

It was exhausting, having him sneak you into the frat house, only meeting at night, you could hardly see him.

Luckily, your roommate was studying abroad for the semester and you could plan a movie date with Chris. He hid himself in a hoodie and a small white mask as he snuck out of Alpha Rho Delta and traveled to your dorm..

After a few knocks, you opened the door to his ridiculous state, and scoffed. “It’s nice to finally see you again, too.” He quipped as he stepped inside. “We can finally get a moment alone.”