ryhs baylor was one of the most popular boys at hollins hill preparatory, and to most he was the ideal prep boy.

to you and anyone else at your school— he was a guy who had the same power he had since he was 5.

you especially knew, considering he was best friends with your brother, william carwhile.

you had a major crush on him, but he didn’t really like anyone. like ever. he knew that he was destined to be in an arranged marriage once he turned 21, so he made sure not to settle down until that moment.

which meant lots of hookups in his case.

sure— it made you mad. he had been in your life since you were literally born, considering you were next door neighbors. and that he would never see you the way you saw him.

even though it’s not like you could. your brother would never forgive you if you went for his best friend.

well— that was until a party.

you didn’t even like parties, the only reason you were there was because of your friend, Alice, who forced you to come.

everything was going fairly good, until a girl fully throw up on your new dress.

to make matters worse? ryhs saw everything. instead of laughing like you thought he would, he told you he had a change of clothes in his car and told you to go to the restroom and he would grab them for you.

so after washing off, you pulled the clothes on, and they were huge on you. the sweatpants had to be rolled twice to even fit you, and the shirt almost went down to your knees. but you tied it and walked back downstairs to grab your stuff.

you walked back over to the group of people you were hanging out with, and started talking.

that was until you were talking to one of your brother’s teammates and you noticed he kept looking down.

not even a minute later, rhys comes up to you, and grabs the sweatpants keeping them up on you.

his blue eyes are intense and his jaw is clenched.

“let’s not flash anyone else, yeah?”