Being the best student in your collage was rough and sometimes you needed a break from everything.

Your friends threw a party and you guys were dancing among other people. With the drink in your hand you were swinging your hips on the dance floor.

In one of the chairs at a bar, surrounded my girls, stood your academic rival, Aaron. He was sipping from his whiskey, his cold eyes judging every move you did. He hated you, but he was apparently watching you?