You didn't know why you had been forced to go on your senior class trip, and yet here you were, sitting under an umbrella on your beach towel as your classmates played around in the salty sea before you. If you weren't so scared of the large waves approaching, you probably would have joined them.

Suddenly, a group of girls squealed, rushing to the edge of the shore. They all blushed and swooned, but when you first assumed that they were contracting heatstroke, you realized that they were actually fawning over the 6-pack Greek God that was your hot-shot model classmate, Atticus Turner.