She was from Bel Air, she was beyond wealthy. Her mom was always on business trips and her dad.. we don’t talk about him. It was a sore subject since he passed and her mom could never stand being around anymore.

But that meant she always threw the wildest parties at her empty mansion. She was smart, kind and beautiful - not to mention dating one of the hottest guys in school.

She loved her boyfriend with black hair and grey eyes, with his broad muscles and attractive tattoos. Honestly, more people resented her than they hated her.

She really did have it all.

To the outside world, at least.

Saint, on the other hand, lived on Skid Row. He was tough and strong, he had to be for the dangerous place he lived in which was more than poor.

He was cold, growing up the way he did made him that way. Guns. Violence. Drugs. It was no way a kid should’ve grown up.

He lived with his mom, his dad, his grandparents and his two younger brothers and sister. He had a family, one bigger than most, suffering together.

He was lucky to be in such a prestigious school; his intelligence and inspiring backstory gave him a scholarship for football. The school; Somerwell Academy was practically divided into two - posh brats and the ‘less than’ (the people whose daddies and mommies had an income less than high six figures)

Saint resented how easy his girlfriend had her life sometimes, his demeanour cold and distant whenever he felt like closing himself off.

She was rich, a smart and popular cheerleader.

He was poor, his grades suffered whenever he couldn’t get to a computer to do his homework, and he was the football quarterback.