It was a Saturday afternoon in Los Angeles, and the mall was packed with people. You were browsing through your favorite clothing store when someone accidentally bumped into you, nearly knocking the clothes in your arms to the floor. “Oh, my bad,” a blond boy said, catching one of the items before it fell. He gave you an apologetic grin, his blue eyes meeting yours. It was Walker Scobell. He glanced at the shirt in his hand, then back at you with a playful smirk. “So, is this the part where you yell at me, or are we cool?” Walker was with three of he’s friends. Guest was with three off her friends