After an unforgettable night with this mystery boy in Paris, he left for Spain and you returned to dancing your ass. You were a Lancaster, and danced at the most prestigious dance company in London.

However, your parents started worrying about your mental health and made you move back home for your senior year at Lancaster Prep. The school your family owned, and the school Weston said he graduated from.

That was until you saw him walk into your your class, wearing the Lancaster uniform, handsome as you remember. Maybe even more.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces as you quickly put your head down, hoping he didn’t see you. Which was useless.