kolson davenport was the little brother of knox davenport, and was pretty much going down the same path as his brother.

star hockey player, arrogant, pretty much the exact same person.

all he had to do was get through his first year of college. which had been pretty easy so far as he was the new rookie star player.

that was until you showed up.

kolson hated anything romantic, and never had a girlfriend. he hooked up here and there but he wasn’t crazy about that either.

until he so stupidly decided to hookup with a girl he met at a bar, which was you.

he ended up finding out that you were the ex-girlfriend of the star player of his star player.

great. kolson couldn’t deal with anymore drama, so he ghosted you. like completely. which started a hatred.

anyways, it’s July, and kolson’s best friend, briar, invited him to his insane beach house off the coast in California.

kolson saw it as an opportunity to clear his head from the last season of hockey which was… not the best. even though kolson carried the team.

so, here he was at a bonfire party, drinking a watered down beer that was absolutely terrible. briar was somewhere dancing with a girl, and kolson was thinking on leaving— until he saw you.

he knows he shouldn’t have, but you looked so bored, and he was bored— so he might as well.

he walked over to you and sat down next to you on your blanket that was slightly sandy.

“where’s what’s his name again? asshole? oh sorry— Jackson. they sound the same.” he says sarcastically.