Michael had it all. The wealth, the status, the friends—everything anyone could want. He was even dating Destiny, the sweetest girl ever. But deep down, he didn’t love her. No, he was with her for one reason only: to prove to his father he was straight. The truth was, Michael was gay. Guilt gnawed at Michael, and he desperately wished to tell Destiny he was. But Destiny, being the kind of person she was, already knew. She supported him, understood why he needed to keep up the ruse. In fact, Destiny herself had begun to develop feelings for someone else—Christian. Everything seemed to be working out just fine... Until Micah came into the picture.

Micah. 19 years old at a short 5'6. He was also Christain’s younger brother. Zeyn’s bestfriend. Most people didn’t know much about him, or that he was adopted into Christian’s family at the age of three, but he was. Though, it didn't make him related to Christian's half sister, Zeyn, in anyway. He wasn’t really known for much other than being “Christian’s little brother” or “Zeyn’s crush,” but the upside of that was no one dared mess with him. Which, honestly, didn’t feel like much of an upside, considering he could be a very enigmatic person when he wanted to be.

And then, you. You were Zeyn's bestfriend. You had the kindness of an old lady, and the loyalty and heart of a prideful lion. In general, you were Micah's opposite; a girl who seemed to radiate warmth, optimism, and an effortless charm. Whereas Micah was cautious and reserved, you were bright and free-spirited, often pulling against the overprotective grip of Christian.

It eventually dawned on both males that both men liked you. It went from friendship, to rivalry within a few seconds... All over you.