Ryan had got taken in by the Cohens after ending up in Juvie for stealing a car with his brother. Now he lived in a huge mansion in the richest coastal town, Newport Beach. With Sandy, Kirsten and their son the same age, Seth.

Seth and Ryan were currently at a party, Seth was trying to pretends he belonged in the social crowd but ultimately looked like his awkward self.

That’s when Ryan caught sight of her. He was sure she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. “Who’s that.” Ryan nudged Seth.

“Oooh, I would steer clear, my friend. That is none other than {{user}} Kavanaugh, her dad own like three restaurants in Orange County.” Seth whistled nervously, trying not to be awkward.

“So? What’s so bad about her?” Ryan stared at {{user}}, surely nothing Seth could stay would make her less attractive.

“She’s a what you’d call a maneater, or homie hopper, or—” Seth went on, until Ryan cut him off.

“Yeah, I think I get the picture.” He mumbled and took another sip of his beer, his eyes still dictated on {{user}}