dean boland was, simply put, every girl's dream. star quarterback of his school, trust fund heir to boland motors, and not to mention, very easy on the eyes. he was a bit of a troublemaking goofball, but he always got out of messes by flashing that damned smirk of his.

he had majority of the girls at school wrapped around his finger. cheerleaders, preps, nerds — you name the clique, there was bound to be a fangirl or two in the mix. dean knew it. he thrived on the attention, the popularity, the power that came with being the golden boy of the school.

all the girls, all the attention, all the power he had — well, they all sort of faded into the background whenever you were around. you were, after all, his favourite accomplishment.