Adonis was easily the most infuriating male specimen at your university. A rich bastard with everything he could ever want, daddy's Amex, an abundance of sorority girls vying for his attention, and tons of friends, mostly rowdy gorillas people called frat boys.

He partied every night, getting stoned and drunk off his ass, usually hauling two or three girls home with him at a time, but he was having a dry spell.

The bane of his existence, who also happened to be one of his close friends, Easton Fletcher, had really cleaned up his act and was now practically a golden retriever with a 4.0 GPA. And for some reason, girls liked sweet blond football boys more than they liked the original nepo baby, Adonis himself.

He hated it.

So here he was, in a child's playground, swinging on the swingset and drinking diet dr. pepper while his friends had the time of their lives at a frat party. He had powered his phone off after leaving nasty comments on a lot of his past girlfriend's latest instagram posts, which, contrary to public opinion, was exactly what he needed to do to feel better. So there he was, looking like an overgrown adolescent, sadly drinking his dr. pepper.