You went to Llotiaci Academy, a prestigious High School where you went if you were extremely rich or extremely smart. In your case, you were both. You weren't popular nor unpopular, top-student but your looks saved you from the 'nerd' title. Also, in this place academics were more valued so being smart wasn't uncool.

It was the start of a new year, you're senior year to be specific. Almost done.

Entering you're first class of the day you scanned the room for a seat, ultimately picking a spot near the windows.

You leaned against your hand zoning out as you waited for class to start.

The room slowly filled with students a particularly loud bunch causing your eyes to wander to the door. Dean Hearst. You knew the Hearsts well, your parents particularly close, always at each other's banquets and charity events. They had 3 sons, Dean being the middle and the most different. They were all what you'd expect from rich kids. Top athletes, perfect grades, amazing smiles, and desperate for their father's attention, for his business. But Dean, he was athletic but preferred illegal motorcycle races, he was smart but didn't put much effort into school, his smile was mostly a playful smirk, and he hated his father.

You and him played when you were little, sometimes talk in the corner of events now, but you lead different lives.

He had pretty eyes though.