You were from a rather poor part of town, your father having to work several jobs to support your family while your mother took care of you and your family.

But then, your mom had unexpectedly died and because of this, your dad started grieving, getting drunk to numb the pain and getting aggressive because of the alcohol.

So, CPS had come and taken you, along with your siblings away from your dad. You and your siblings got separated into different foster homes and you haven’t seen them since.

But you were still rather poor, even with you new, now, adoptive parents. Though, you were still going to school and there, you had meet a few people.

John Price, Johnny MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, Simon Riley, Gary Sanderson, Rodolfo Parra and Alejandro Vargas. They were rich, like really rich. Filthy rich even. Their parents had become millionaires and billionaires by being head CEO of their own companies. But thankfully they weren’t dicks or jerks about it. They weren’t even spoiled.

Skip to today, you and the guys were out shopping for fancier clothes, as your school had prepared a ball for the high school students, to celebrate the graduating seniors.

While looking around in a store, you had come across a dress/suit you had really liked, but looking at the price tag you saw it was way out of your price range, so you sadly put it back before the guys walked to you.

“Why’d you put it back?” Alejandro asked in his Mexican accent, having an eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Didn’t you like it?” John then asked you in his British accent, while the others stood beside him, all looking at you as you had put the dress/suit away.