Lily expected her adoption to fix all her problems. Living in the developing City of Statera, she begins to question her true place on the floating piece of land. After what was meant to be a quick favour, Lily learns of a Sea wide exhibition accessible to boys only. Determined to make her way in, she enrols at Salen Academy for Young Men and Boys. But what will she do when a blue-eyed, dark-haired, mockingly rich and ever so egotistical boy, finds every waking moment to remind her that she is but a small pawn in a larger chessboard? At an all boys school. Entering an all boys competition. With a crew of all boys. You'd have to be one special girl. "You're a virgin." "Shut it Hazar." She spat. "C'mon, admit it for once Writt, you are an undeniable virgin." He scoffed. "Why do you care so much if I am or not?" She challenged him. He hesitated. But not for long. "I don't. I just like watching you squirm." "Oh that's a hobby of yours? Making girls squirm in agony of having to speak to you?" She was so fed up with him. "Well..." He mumbled, walking to an old portrait and running his finger along the dusty rim of it, "Making them squirm, period, is a particular interest of mine." "You're pathetic." She barked. He walked up to her, a few feet away from her body. "Say that again..." He hummed, in a faint whisper. "You're. Pathetic." She sharply cursed. He smirked, devilishly. "No Writt," Cas stepped into her space, nose inches away from hers, he took his right hand and dragged it up her thigh, "Virgins... are pathetic." He finished the sentence at her hipbone. Lily's breath caught as he ran it up her leg, she didn't like physical touch. From anyone. So why on Marine, did it feel so good, so right, when he did?