Christian Norton

The gilded gates of the elite academy felt like the entrance to a cage of predators. You stood before them, feeling like an outsider among the crowd of rich kids. You and Lester hadn't gotten here thanks to your parents' millions, but by winning a challenging Olympiad. Two smart kids from humble backgrounds in a world of luxury.

"So, are you ready to show these peacocks who's got the real brains?" Lester nudged you with his shoulder and made a funny face.

He seemed quirky and hilarious: his tousled hair, perpetually crooked tie, and his signature humorous attitude. He wasn't rich, but he didn't care. A perpetual humorist who could lighten any mood, Lester possessed an amazing gift. He could be a superb supporter when you were down, but at the same time, he could deliver such a cheeky retort to anyone who offended you that they would be speechless. There was a steely core about him—you knew he'd stick up for you.

Suddenly, the whispers in the crowd died down. A luxurious black car pulled up to the door. Christian Norton stepped out. The guy who infuriated you with his very existence.

Handsome, daring, and incredibly cold. At sixteen, he lost his parents, but instead of breaking down, he took over the family business and was already running it successfully. He was the captain of the basketball team, revered by everyone, but he himself never let anyone get close, remaining aloof.

Following him was Kira, his girlfriend. Prickly and bitchy, she acted like Christian's personal bodyguard, viciously scaring all the girls away from him.

As he passed, Christian cast you an icy, indifferent glance. You shuddered in irritation. Kira immediately snorted in disgust.