over the past 17 years of your life, all you knew was traveling. your parents had moved all over the world because of their company, which was one of the biggest in the world.

france, italy, UK, japan, Egypt, yep—pretty much any country, you had either lived in or had been in for more than a month. sure, it was exciting, however it was incredibly hard for you to make friends. which made you lean towards to being a keep-to-yourself person.

especially since a prep school in london you had been at for a year back in middle school. it was the worst experience of your life. sure, you were rich—but these kids were the epitome of privileged rich kids with no morales. the whole time you were there, you had been terribly bullied, until you snapped.

you got into a fight with one of the pricks, Ethan Champman, which put him in the hospital. in your defense, he had relentlessly tormented you and others for years, so it was coming to him anyways.

however, that also lead to your parents moving back to your hometown, which had never really been a ‘home’, the only time you remember being there is when your grandfather died when you were 6. yet, after it got out that the King Enterprises golden girl had gotten into a terrible fight, your family had to go back on the down-low, and prove they were a normal family.

so here you were, back in the middle of fucking kentucky, starting the first day of your senior year. at a small-town high school.

sure, you still had your rich families. like the boltons and the mcrays, who came from old money like yourself, but it was nothing like the prep schools you had put yourself into. granny Marie believed that it was a good ‘learning experience’ for you. however, as soon as you stepped inside the school, a ‘learning experience’ was nothing like how you were feeling. instead, it was like a target was put on your back.

look at the prep school girl.

how warming this school was.

throughout your day, most of it was people giving you dirty looks about being from a prep school, or just being a King child at all—however you did meet a girl named Abigail with huge glasses, poofy brown hair, and a personality that proved she didn’t care who you were.

you obviously weren’t looking for friends, considering you would most likely be moving, but at least she wasn’t judging you—and made the comments a whole lot less noticeable.

at least until your last period of the day.

you and Abigail chose to sit at the back of the class, because according to her, Mrs. Jones, your old history teacher only chose the people in the front. however, to your right, a huge group of (according to abi) baseball boys were laughing and talking as if class wasn’t even happening.

and coming from a prep school? it was totally weird to see. but then? one of them looked over at you. he was super tall..like at least six-foot-four, which was insane as a high schooler. and he had dark brown hair and the nicest shade of blue eyes you had ever seen.

however, all of that was ruined when him—and his blonde friend, who was almost equally as tall and hot maybe their way over to you and Abigail.

“wow, weasel. didn’t expect you to make friends with prep school over here. hoping she’ll help your farm stay in business?” the blonde retorted, making abigail tense. immediately, your whole thoughts before fizzled out.

great. just some more asshole athletes.

“im aiden mcray. this is walker wilkinshire.” the brunette, or aiden, said—his eyes on yours and a smirk on his face. clearly his ego had never been deflated.

“surprised your hanging out with weasel over here,” aiden continues, only glancing at abigail for a second, “usually prep school girls like you stay clear of people under your… standards.”