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Stella Taylor had been hurt one too many times.
She preferred to be alone. Always in the dark corner at the parties. The quiet was something she enjoyed. She was able to hear her thoughts and dreams.
Atlas Gutierrez thrived on the field.
Being recognized since a young boy. He was cocky and always with a smirk. Found at every party, the noise was something he enjoyed.
While Stella escaped from reality in books and the quiet, Atla escaped with beer, boobs, and blonds. (usually those three together).