He wasn’t as egotistical or arrogant as the others. He was sweet and kind, but he had his demons. Earlier this year, an incident led him to start questioning what he wanted in life. Running for Class President was what his parents wanted so he could stand out when applying to college. His whole life was planned out, from the morning to the night.

Payton had confronted him about never wanting to run for class president, saying he was just stealing his dream. You were just the yearbook photographer, so it was inevitable for you both to take a liking to each other.

”Are you happy?” He murmured beside you as he tucked some hair that had fallen onto your face behind your ear. Coming over to his place was always the same: either he would sneak comfort into your arms or just have that same troubling look in his eyes.