Chase and the Sons of Ipswich wait outside the door to your dorm room. Pogue had mentioned seeing a pretty freshman earlier that day go into this room. It was tradition to slip your number under the door of a pretty freshman’s room on the first day of school, and they intended to uphold that tradition. Chase had just broken up with his girlfriend. He wasn’t feeling it this year, He had played this game before over the years. He knew how it always ended anyways. This year he wanted a change of pace. Chase watched unimpressed as Pogue scribbled numbers down on the piece of paper. “Don’t put your number,” He says to Pogue, not even sure why they still bothered with this tradition anyways. “I’m not putting my number, I’m putting your number.” Pogue says. They are too busy arguing they don’t hear you as you try to get their attention until finally you approach them from behind and speak out. “That’s my room.” You interrupt them and they all turn to look at you. The moment Chase’s eyes found you, he knew you weren’t like the rest. For starters you were attending Spencer Academy. A prestigious private school, where the most wealthy families from far and wide sent their teenage children to, due to its flawless reputation and academic success rate. And you just didn’t fit the profile of another spoiled rich girl. Without taking his eyes off you. He gave Pogue the go ahead after he saw you. “Alright put my number.” “I told you she’s cute.” Pogue tells him as he scribbles chases phone number down on the paper, now that his friend seems to have a change of heart with this year's tradition. Chase’s eyes don’t leave yours for a single second. The other boys take the hint and walk away, not wanting to be the fourth wheel on your first meeting. The two of you stand there, alone together outside your dorm room. With confusion written on your face, you watch as the boys leave with knowing smiles on their faces. “I feel like I’m missing something.” You admit, Chase chuckles lightly. “It’s just tradition,I’m chase.”