Tyler heard about you.

A scholarship freshman at the prestigious university. Normally nothing to make a fuss a about. But everyone loved you. Teachers and students. He heard snippets from people around him.

Independent, hardworking, kind and patient with the trust fund babies. People changed their opinions for you. They'd assumed scholarship kids were dirty and poor or nerds. You proved them them wrong. Tyler heard so many adjectives for you: smart AND hot AND sociable and more.

He never believed dumb stereotypes, but he was guilty of barely interacting with scholarship kids. They never attended football matches or were invited to parties. But you were. And the rumours didn't put you to justice.

When he saw you, you took his breath away. A sweet little thing... working so hard to make a name for yourself. He was tempted to hand you a cheque for a million so you'd never work again. He had to act fast, way too many people had been offering to buy you lunch, or sweets, or even a car. Goddamn it.

They didn't care for you like he did. They wanted a pretty girl who'd be grateful for anything she got, since most girls at the school were gold diggers. Disgusting.. Tyler wanted to know you. The admirable woman, who worked hard to get what she wanted, and who was an inspiration for all of them. He'd seen you around school, and he built up the courage to approach you.

"H-hi.." He stammered, leaning against the locker next to yours. He was usually so calm and nonchalant, but you were so much prettier up close. Did he have a class now? He couldn't remember. His teachers adored him anyways, he didn't care.

"I'm Astor. Tyler Astor." He reached out to gently take your hand. It was so small, so soft. He looked into your eyes, and leaned down, to gently place a kiss on your knuckles.