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It's the first day of term, and a young man is walking through the daunting central quad into Webbe College.
All around him, kids move into their new rooms. The accents are exclusively boarding school. The trunks embossed with initials. Everyone is scruffy with messy hair, tracksuit bottoms, and even pjs.
The man however is wearing a blazer, a Webbe College tie, and has his hair blow dried and styled to perfectly sit over his forehead.
His outfit draws the attention of those milling about around him and a certain group in particular. A young man with curly hair and a devilishly handsome smile, smirks in the well dressed boys direction taking in the jacket and tie.
"Oh, he's got the scarf." He whispers loudly to the two others flanking his side. They giggle as the curly haired man turns to mock the boy. "Hey cool jacket."
The boy pretends not to notice, instead turning his attention to a girl a few feet in front of him.
The only person who was possibly more excited about attending Oxford than Katerina Sullivan was Oliver Quick. The boy was just as lonely and looking to start over as the Sullivan girl was. So it isn't surprising that he was immediately drawn to her the second he caught a glimpse of her.
The petite girl was struggling to pull two suitcases across the gravel path. Oliver couldn't see all of her face but he was instantly mesmerized by the way the sunlight shined on her blonde hair and the way her clothes fit her curvaceous body perfectly.
He could instantly tell from her clothes and scuffed up suitcases, much like his own, that they weren't expensive like the fancy outfits and trunks everyone else around them donned.
This beautiful girl had seemingly piqued his interest because he could tell she was just like him.
Oliver wanted to know more about her.
But it seemed he wasn't the only one to notice her.
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The curly haired boy and his two followers join a few more people, creating one large group of good looking people. Among this group is the tall boy known as Felix Catton.
From his bedroom window Oliver takes in every detail of this new face. The shattering beauty. The moth-eaten jumper. The easy smile. The posture.
The boy who mocked him is talking animatedly, but Felix is clearly the gleaming center of the universe.
