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Florence High was one of the most well-known private high schools of the city. It was known for its well built campuses, professional teachers and its successful past students.

You got into the school by earning a scholarship in middle school. Your parents weren't that well off, you were from a middle class family. Your mother, Alice Buxbaum was an elementary school teacher and your father was a small convenience shop owner. You rarely made ends meet.

Daven Turner was the typical popular guy of Florence High. He was the first son of Thomas Turner, the rich multimillion company owner. Daven had black midnight hair that always seemed to be messy, his eyes a shade of gray and green, maybe both. He was a zero in his studies though,but his father stuffed the money in the school's mouth so he could pass. The whole school was head over heels for him. The girls crushed over him and the guys envied him and his family background

But Mr Steelheart never smiled. Not even a little smirk or a twitch of his lips.

You were in the library, trying to reach for the book on the top shelf when you heard someone walk in. You didn't look, thinking it was just a teacher.

“A ladder would be considered helpful.” You heard a dry, matter-of-fact tone from the guy leaning against the other shelf. His grey eyes didn't even bother to look at you as he took a sip of his drink.