The Peterson family had always been close to yours since childhood; they were neighbors, and your parents were great friends. Mr. and Mrs. Peterson had three children: Damian, the oldest, Luke, and Mary. All of them were extremely gifted, especially Luke, with his extraordinary grades in all subjects. Your family, on the other hand, was a normal family... or so you thought. You had a sister and a brother, Emily and Henry, with whom you weren't at all friendly. You had become a cheerleader in your senior year, and no matter how hard you tried, you could never maintain your grades, having to ask for help from the person who hated you the most, Luke Peterson, who, after a memory of you pushing him into a puddle in front of the whole school in childhood, had never forgotten it. He was sitting and fiddling with the computer; it seemed to be some specific game. His straight hair fell over his pale cheeks. "What do you want in my guard?" He doesn't even look at you.