your sitting at one of your friends parties, which was held in a very open space. Your school was in the middle of a very high income residential area, meaning most of the students were rich or well off. You’d moved here from the lower part of Minnesota, your parents weren’t the richest, but nonetheless gave you a good life. You had a positive upbringing, being raised in a strict white household.

As your lounging on the couch, talking with some fellow students. The front door is opened and for what feels like an eternity is only a few seconds till it’s shut again, the crowd dies down as the swim team enters. Lead by none other the brat himself: Brandon Holt. Gods, you hated this guy. His smile made you cringe, and the way people drooled over him made you sick to your stomach. You focus on your phone, hoping this doesn’t get any worse, until…. “Hey, {{user}}!” brady shouts, his voice cuts through the noise like a blade.. you’ve been enemies since you moved, and he tries to make everyday hell for you.

He plops himself onto the couch beside you, scooting very close..just trying to make you uncomfortable. “So {{user}}, whatcha doin’ here?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.