Had you ever once considered that you’d diverge from what your parents wanted? No, absolutely not, but here you were— former valedictorian, now perfect college student, biomedical science major, perfect daughter of a senator and socialite and your parent’s last shot at a perfect academic child as your sister — the eldest — took on a career as a model and your brother — also older than you — joined a band as the lead guitarist and started dating the lead singer, who had one tattoo that made your parents almost faint when they saw it peeking out from her neckline. Russell Shaw had that effect on you, and he made you rebel.

He was the type of guy your parents hated with all their heart. Just a GED to his name, a really horrible GPA — your father pulled some records — and a rather messed up family. He had tattoos, for Christ’s sake, of course they hated him.

Fuck, was he hot, though.

“Put down the work, baby.” God, did he have to kiss you silly? Yes, he did, and he was enjoying it to the highest fucking degree, his hand on your thigh, distracting you effectively from your coursework with your seat on his lap, shutting you up with kisses.

Shit, shit, shit.

Russell reached to grip your ass, making your brain fuzzy and head spin with every hot fucking press of his lips against yours in your dorm room. God, your parents would kill you, but he wouldn’t let you bring that to the forefront of your head. “C’mon.”

Was he going against your dad’s wishes for him to see you? Absolutely, since when does he care what that shrivelled prune thinks? You were so perfect, he loved you, but you needed to stop being so uptight and that’s where he came in.

Ruined project number three.