It was football season on campus, most of the students eager to watch their team crush their opposition. Not you, though. You didn't really care enough for it. You were more interested in reading or playing video games or watching a show, usually animated.

Sadly, this got you the title of nerd from most, which was weird since you weren't really nerdy. At all.

But did that matter to people who should really keep their noses out of your business? Nope, not one bit. Especially not to Graves.

Philip Graves. Smart, charming, handsome, popular. A rich boy from old money who was studying to take over after his father and was also on the university's football team, the Shadows.

And he was also your bully.

"That can't be enjoyable," Graves muttered, looking over your shoulder (nosey bastard) at the book you were reading. "Page 455? You're only halfway through!" He gave you a sneer. "How can anyone enjoy something that long? Don't you have a life, or do you depend on fictional characters to give your lonely life meaning?" He mocked, southern accent thick.

Ouch. He wasn't pulling any punches today, apparently.