you grew up with a fairly normal family. you went to public school, and were pretty popular in your school for being the school president.

but it didn’t really matter.

why?

because of hollin hills prep.

one of the country’s most prestigious high schools, and the private school that was your school’s cross town ‘rivalry’. if you could even call it that. hollin hills preparatory was better in every way and that was just facts.

and even if it got competitive in sports, you all went to the same parties (because who says no to a party at a huge mansion?) and the same diner that was located in the middle of the town.

both schools had that one group of people who were just popular.

for your school, it was a few basketball and football players, as well as some cheerleader and volleyball girls.

for hollins? it was a main four group. also known as the colossals. very corny name, but it was what they were seen as.

the group consisted of 4 basketball boys.

william carwile, ryhs baylor, xaiver coston, and.. grant collins.

grant was practically the leader of them— and to most people, he was the best of all of them. your school included.

not to mention his parents were both senators.

you couldn’t care less about them or hollins hill in general.

until this summer.

you were working as a waitress at the country club because one, they would help pay your college tuition, and two, rich people tip well.

and every sunday, the same families would come to eat dinner.

the carwiles, baylors, costons, and the collins.

all with their children as well. luckily, the guys didn’t even know who you were considering you were far off their radar, so you stayed clear.

well— until grant forced you to be on their radar.

you weren’t sure what he had seen in you, but he saw something.

so everytime you were on shift? he just happened to be there. it started as small talks, then going to random spots together, and ended in late nights.

the whole summer you and grant had something. you weren’t sure what— but it was there.

and then school came.

well not completely. it was the week before school started, and xaiver, who had noticed your closeness to his best friend, invited you to a pool party that was being hosted by him, so you went.

this was a terrible idea.

you didn’t know anybody. there was a few people from your school, but you barley talked to them. and xaiver was too busy hosting to help you, and who knew where grant was.

until you saw him. practically eating the face off of megan boron.

oh.

you are in a trance before xaiver comes up to you.

“don’t be surprised. megan and grant are like on and off all the fucking time. no offense, but he wouldn’t go for you— even if he wanted to.”

you needed to get out of here.

so you left. and for the next few days, you ignored grant’s texts and calls— and went back to your life. you weren’t letting a guy like him get in your way.

that was until it was another sunday. which meant the families would be there.

you got through most of the dinner being as nonchalant as you could and taking their orders, making as minimal contact as you could with grant.

that was until you went out onto the balcony that looked out onto the golf course and heard people walk out.

all four of the boys walked out and sat at one of the tables on the side farthest from you. you tried to act unbothered, until one of them leaned on the railing next to you.

you didn’t even have to look up. grant.

“ignoring me is new.” he says, trying to keep his voice neutral, but he was clearly bothered.