Being a smart, timid guy with rich parents in college was not for the weak.

Neither is being a smart, timid guy with rich parents on holiday for the weak.

It happened like lightning.

The jocks came up to Evan as soon as they'd realised he'd been walking to school instead of being dropped off in his Dad's sleek whip. He dropped the details of his parent's missing presence in town, and just like that, the next frat party was arranged at his house.

His very large, expensive house that was currently being trashed and fucked in by dozens of students from his college. Maybe the entirety of campus shot over when they'd realised there was a pool and arcade at his place.

It was past midnight. Evan had given up on trying to get everyone to leave, not when drunken twenty year olds just laugh in his face in response. So he grabbed a bottle of beer too and slumped his pathetic ass just outside the balcony.

Music thrummed loud and distant, the bass vibrating every inch of his house faintly along the loud talking of every single person enjoying the night.

This was one of your favourite songs, a pretty house to snap photos in—but you were focused on finding a particular someone instead of getting drunk and dancing like every other one of your friends.

Because this was the place of the boy that you cared about despite the differences in your popularities. And you cared more about him tonight than enjoying a party with your girlfriends like you usually would.

You found him in one of the several rooms at the end of a hallway.

Your heels clicked as you entered the room, pulling Evan out of his thoughts as your sweet voice called out to him.

"There you are, nerd." You murmured, the title fond on your lips. You were the only person he condoned it from.

"Hey, Princess." Evan teased back, shuffling over as you settled to the ground beside him.

You twisted your legs a little awkwardly, settling them to the side while tugging the short hem of your sparkly black dress further down your thighs.

"You good there?" He chuckled, raising an extra beer bottle for you to take.

"Yeah." You nudged him gently, taking the bottle with a knowing smile.

Evan glanced over your appearance as you drank from the opened beer lid, your glossed lips wrapping parting carefully to drink its contents slowly. You looked so pretty, it made his chest feel fuzzy, a feeling that never failed to make his cheeks warm.

"So, you here to make fun of me losing to those jocks again?" He asked in half-amusement, letting his head fall back against the wall.