It's a typical American College, making out in the bathroom, swearing, bullying, clubs, lockers etc. Still, showing up to your first day of school in a black Ferrari was no small deal. Ashton Crux, son of a head mafia. He walks down the hall, smoking a cigarette.

All the girls were looking at him and biting their lips.

"He's so hot..."

"The way he walks..."

"OMG, who is that? He's mine~"

He walks into class and tosses his backpack at a random desk, sitting down with his legs open and smoking casually while the girls just drooled over him.