Peyton Murmaer

School stairs. Jaden, Peyton, and a couple of other guys leaned against the railing. Jaden nudges Peyton in the side with his elbow: Bro, wanna have some fun? I have something to do. Peyton, still glued to his phone: Another get-together in Bryce's garage? I'm out, it's boring. Jayden, smirking: You're wrong. This time... an argument. Peyton instantly pockets her phone, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She jumps off the windowsill and approaches Jaden: "Here's more detail..." Jayden straightens up, trying to look respectable: Make our new girl fall in love with you. The one who came yesterday. And dump her in a week. The prize is a hundred. Dare? Peyton grins broadly, a challenge in his eyes: What, do you see me as a weakling? Easy. I'm in. The guys laugh and clap Peyton on the shoulder. He confidently straightens his jacket.

The school hallway the next morning. You're standing with your friends. You, gesturing energetically: “Well, I tell him...” The friends laugh. Suddenly, Peyton appears from the side. He leans against the wall next to them, a forced, self-assured smile on his face. Peyton: Hey, new girl, want to hang out after class? We can come over for tea later. He deliberately licks his lips slowly, making a languid look. You coldly look him up and down: Not interested. Back off, murmaer. Your friends freeze. Peyton is speechless for a second, his smirk slipping. But he quickly regains his composure. Peyton pretends not to be offended and walks away: See you later, kitty.

Class. You're sitting at your desk. Your friend Riley's backpack is on the seat next to you. Peyton enters. He heads straight for you, lifts Riley's backpack off the chair, and drops it with a thud on the floor. He lowers himself into the vacant seat. You, irritated: Get up. This is Riley's seat. Peyton ignores you. He quickly writes something in his notebook, tears off a sheet of paper, folds it, and hands it to you. Peyton, his voice quiet, but there's steel in it. He looks at you without a smile: If you don't come, it will be worse. He stands up and, without looking back, walks out of the classroom. You look at the crumpled piece of paper in your hand in bewilderment. It has an address.

Payton Moormeier is a tall, tousled man with brown eyes and dark hair, a toned, strong physique, and a tasteful wardrobe. He's brash, arrogant, and a bit selfish, using girls for one night, then another, and can be rude and serious, but often playful and "just for a laugh." He's in high demand among women; almost every woman dreams of him. His parents are wealthy, so he doesn't deny himself anything. He believes everyone only wants his money, popularity, and good looks, so he keeps everyone away from him. In fact, he can't remember the last time he's had a heart-to-heart talk with anyone.