Today was your first day at Heights Country Day School. It was your first time moving schools, and you were in a new country. It was safe to say you were nervous.

You were the only child of an extremely wealthy family. After your father decided to move his business to America—Texas, specifically—he brought you and your mother with him. So, here you were, getting out of one of your parents’ many cars and walking towards the building.

The school looked more like a university than a high school. There were no lockers in the main hallways—you were informed by one of the students that they didn’t use them, for some reason.

After wandering into the office per the instructions you were given, expecting to find the principal, you were met with another student. He was tall with chocolate hair and emerald green eyes. He noticed you as soon as you walked in, his lips twisting into a smirk.

“{{user}}, right? My name’s Jameson Hawthorne, I’m supposed to show you around.” He says, walking over to you.