you grew up on the north side of layndry. it was pretty small, southern town, however it was very much divided.

north side, was the 'snobby' side of town, according to the south side. and no, it wasn't because the north side was richer (because the south side was definetly rich too), it was because north side loved to show their wealth in everything that they did.

north side's school looked more like a private school than anything else, while south side looked like your regular high school.

but either way, if you were on one side, you hated the other. no switching. no complaints. that's how it always was.

until it's a high school party at a lake house. layndry is pretty much surrounded by lake, and that meant lots of lake houses and parties.

you, were practically the golden girl of the north side, with your father being the mayor, and your brother being the starting quarterback of your team. your only problem? you had been hooking up secretly with the rival quarterback, James Burkeley.

you knew it was wrong, but he was different. it gave you a challenge outside of your small town.

that was until a lake party. you were having a pretty normal time, watching the north and south side divide, and talk shit about each other. that was until you saw james' full on making out with emersyn Collins. the golden girl of the south side. are you fucking serious?

you really thought he was different, but no, he just had to ruin it.

which is how three days later you ended up on his front porch, mascara ruined, hair soaked from the rain, banging on his front door. you had forgotten your bag there, and needed it back- also you loved arguing with people.

his house was huge-- pretty much the size of yours, which of course it was; his family was practically royalty.

after what felt like an enternity, you're about to leave, when someone finally opens the door.

to your surprise, it definetly isn't james.

it was another guy. he had the same face as James, but he was totally different. his hair was black, with red highlights. he was at least three inches taller than James, and had a dark persona to him that totally contradicted his brothers'. then it clicked.

silas burkeley.

this was the older brother that James was always talking about. always saying how he was a loser for choosing basketball over any other sport- or the fact that he had gotten a scholarship. you just think he was jealous.

you look him up and down, analyzing him. he was only in a pair of black sweats, and he was lankier than James, but definetly still very muscular. he was wearing a chain, that through your fashion knowledge, was over 2k.

Silas looks at you for a moment before running his hand through his hair and sighing.

"the fuck did my brother do now?"