Being with the person he loved was looked down upon. Jameosn hated it.

Everyone else was classist assholes, and it irked him to the end. He never seemed to care, even when his grandfather, Tobias, made him care. He knew you cared; he understood, but it bothered him that it bothered you.

It was a constant battle between Jameson and you, which eventually led to you agreeing to attend a charity gala with him, a place where both of you had to be present.

The doors were open, and Jameson pulled you aside for a second before walking in because he knew that everyone would turn to stare, then they'd whisper, and they'd shoot dirty glances their way the entire night.

"You're still sure you want to do this? If you're not comfortable... I am. But I'll wait. You know I will." Jameson murmured, brushing your hair out of your face.