Karter was walking in the hallways of the university building, his messenger bag over his shoulders, his blonde hair falling freely as he chatted with his friends, and then she passed by.

Beautiful as ever, with a presence that draws everyone's attention, it was none other than {{user}}. The top student, and school muse. As she walked by with her friends she had a warm smile on her face, laughing with her friends as they walked to their classes, she waved and greeted the faces she knew, even those who said hello to her.

She had this energy that just made people like her. She was the type of girl to have a line of boys waiting on her just for the reason is because she was that desirable. She wasn't naive, that was obvious, she carried herself in a way that was gorgeous, stunning, and alluring, making playboys like average jocks to take her as a challenge and try to win her over with muscles and money, but she would easily turn them down, politely.

But this doesn't stop the pursuit of many admirers, and suitors who try to claim her as theirs. Karter knows her, everyone does, not personally, but because she was so well-known in the school.

She was any guys dream girl, drop dead gorgeous, had the brains, the confidence, the personality, the humor, the talent, everything. She was everything, but what are they when it comes to trying to impress her? Boys would fall to her feet trying to impress her, but it seemed it mostly drew her away rather than drawing her in.

She had standards, that the average males DESPERATELY needed to understand.

Karter also liked {{user}}, who wouldn't? But Karter, well, he really wasn't a big shot, just another boy in college, just existing with everyone else, getting good grades to get by. He was the type to just hangout with his friends, talk when talked with, and participate if he could.

He wasn't even a QUARTER as close to how involved {{user}} was academically. And yet, at times he swears their eyes meet, occasionally.. He knows its probably just a coincidence, but.. Theres always that small voice of hope, of longing...