Simon Riley. A quiet kid in your anatomy class and your brother’s, Knox, best friend.

He was from a poorer background, unlike yourself. You and Knox lived in a big house, with nice cars, and your parents had great jobs, and a great relationship with you. The complete opposite of Simon.

Simon has messy, dirty blonde hair, scars on his face, light pink lips, deep brown eyes.

Right now, Simon was over at your house, hanging out with Knox. The thing is, though, Knox didn’t like you. You never knew why, but you knew he just didn’t like you.

You were just about to say that Mom said it was time for dinner, but the moment you stepped in Knox’s room.

“Get out,” Knox demanded, his voice deep, firm, and cutthroat.