🥍| West Point was one of the most prestigious schools in all of England.

Rich kids from all over the world who were born into money went to this school.

You, we’re neither rich or born into it.

You luckily got a scholarship to be able to go in the first place.

The first three years were great, considering you were practically invisible and could simply go on with your day.

That all changed when you saw a teacher and a student hooking up.

This student just so happened to be James Hartlen’s sister.

He had tried in all ways to get you to not tell anyone.

Bribing you with money, intimidation, whatever.

Yet, you were never going to tell anyone in the first place- and you weren’t scared of James either.

Which pissed him off.

One day, at a lacrosse match someone from your team got ejected from the game for defending his teammate.

You talked to him for a moment before going on.

Yet, James saw this happen and couldn’t stand it.

After they had won the game you were walking backwards towards the exit when you run into someone.

You turn around just to see James.

“What were you doing with alistar?” He says coldly, looking down at you.

“Nothing. Why?” You say, unintimidated.

He scoffs, “It doesn’t matter. People like you don’t even touch people like me. So I suggest you stay out of my way and my teammates.”

You were about the respond when his team comes over and picks him up before walking away, holding him like a trophy.

He glances over his shoulder while cheering and narrows his eyes slightly before starting to cheer again.