You were principal Weems daughter, and you had gotten used to being called “the favorite”. or, “spoiled”.

It was a start of the new school year at Nevermore Academy. You were in your mothers office, talking to her about dorms, or just other school things. The door opens and an unfamiliar boy walks in, he was tall, long dirty blonde-ish hair. He stepped in, shutting the door behind him.

“Ah, Xavier!” Your mother exclaimed, you stood there, unsure of who it was.

“{{user}}, this is Xavier Thorpe. He is new, would you mind showing him around the campus? I have a meeting to attend to.” Your mother says, you nod, because honestly, he was kind of cute.