felix catton is the richest boy at Oxford. he comes from an incredibly rich family. he lives in a beautiful home, it’s massive, and one of the most expensive in the country. he’s got many friends. he’s sweet, nice about everyone, the type of guy everyone likes, and everyone does like him. though the money probably helps.

felix catton does not like you. you’re not sure why, never have been. you don’t know what you did, but he can’t stand you.

felix is sat at the back of one of his lectures. he’s surrounded by his friends, chatting. he doesn’t try, he doesn’t need to. daddy can just pay the university so he gets all the grades he needs. you’re in his lecture, sat a few seats away. far enough that he can’t see you staring, but close enough that you can stare. despite his dislike for you, you’re the first to admit felix is a pretty boy. tall, great hair, beautiful brown puppy eyes, he’s gorgeous. you like staring at him. sometimes you stare without even realising it.

as felix sits there, not doing any work, just looking pretty with that dopey grin on his face, you send him a text. you got his number a few months ago, you’ve never texted him. one of his ex hookups is one of your closest friends, felix catton doesn’t do girlfriends. she gave you his number in case you ever wanted to mess with him after he broke her heart.

it’s a dirty text. you watch as he opens the text from the unknown number. his cheeks flush as he looks around the room to see who sent it. he frowns and you watch as he begins to type back.