🫐| you had grown up on the upper east side of NYC. which meant that all of your summers were spent in the hamptons.

luckily, you’re friends always were there as well.

well- thats until the fall out.

you were in a group of four.

which included you, isabella cortez, malikai wilkenshire, and greyson davis.

however, by highschool the four of you were well- not the closest.

you and Isabella were close on some terms.

you and malikai had dated, but you two were on mutual terms now.

and you and greyson.. well you were something.

you hated how he was always in control, and he loved how he was always in control knowing you loved having control.

so, summers in the hamptons now days were awkward to say the least, however your families still had ties so you had to stay together on vacation.

It’s a night in the hamptons and currently you, the cortezes, wilkenshires, and the davis’ families are gathered at your huge beach house.

your fathers’ are all around the grill laughing, while the mothers sit around the table laughing over their glasses of wine.

you and the others are sitting by the pool, looking out onto the beach and the sunset.

it was strange watching your parents. they all had their own problems and scandals, but it was like once they got to the hamptons, it all faded away, just for a moment at least.

“we should go for a night dive tonight.” isabella suggests.

you guys had always done night dives together, it had practically been an tradition at this point.

malikai rolls his eyes, “what are we, 12?”

“no I’m pretty sure there’s a party tonight,” greyson takes a sip of his wine- that he stole and continues, “I never miss a party.”

so it was settled, no one was going.

or well, they said they weren’t. but everyone knew the truth. you four would end up at the beach that night together in an agreement.