Prologue
Quentin Ichiro was known as the talented hottie. He's half British, half Japanese. Being half Brit, and half Japanese only adds up to the fact that he can play a lot of instruments. He was always good at everything, that almost every girl in school was fawning over him.
They thought he was perfect, but he was only human. He lived by himself in a condo unit that can never be considered a home. He never met his mother, who had died giving birth to him. Most people think he wished he met his mother, but he didn't.
His mother was the cause of his problems. If his mother didn't fall in love with a Japanese actor he wouldn't be in his place now.
If his mother stayed faithful to her husband she wouldn't be dead. But if his mother didn't meet his father he wouldn't be alive. 'I guess my life has meaning.' He thought sarcastically.
Here he is now, in a house that his step father said would suit lads his age interests. It wasn't that his step father wanted him out of the house, it was the opposite. His step father wanted him in the house heck, even his step sister wanted him there. He was the one who wanted to leave.
As cliché as it sounds, he didn't feel like he belonged.
He belonged here.
Here in this almost empty condo unit.
And school, yeah school.
Where his fangirls were.
Yeah, they were annoying but, they appreciated him. Plus his best friend was there. She was the only one important. To him, that is.
His best friend. Tara Richards. The only girl he felt something for.
But sadly, he didn't know what it is that he felt.
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