Kaylin Torres was sort of a household name in your county. His parents worked for the county as district attorneys, safe to say his house was the big one on the hill.

He was born in Canada before his parents wanted to move to a quiet town in Oregon. To everyone’s surprise, he was enrolled into public school at 13, becoming the talk of the town.

Someone finally took shelter in the big mansion on the hill that’s been vacant for 6 years since the old guy passed. And despite growing up lavish, Kaylin was anything but spoiled.

But despite his lavish upbringing, Kaylin wasn’t some rich douche. Matter of fact, he was pretty normal. Good grades, volunteered and played soccer. He had his tight knit group of friends, socialized with everyone just fine.

And of course he briefly had a thing with Ophelia Withers, who thought since she was rich and so was he, she HAD to dig her claws in.

Which didn’t help you. You had a crush, of course. But so did half the girls at your small school. So you just put it on the back burner.

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Come present day, you’re moving your boxes into your small dorm at University of Oregon, your roommate blasting music into her headphones as she made her bed.

You heard about a bonfire being held somewhere as a welcome back. So you decided to go. You got out the car, approaching the crowd. Drunk college students mumbling and dancing to music. Then you say a familiar face standing by the flame. Kaylin Torres. He goes to Univerity of Oregon!? You felt your heart jump, and before you could even catch your breath, he looked up and met your eyes.