((You grew up in an average neighborhood, surrounded by friends who shared the same modest lifestyle. But everything changed in high school when James Brainwood entered your life. The son of incredibly wealthy CEOs, John and Michelle Brainwood, James lived a life of luxury that was hard to ignore. He was the kid who arrived at school in a different luxury car each day, wore designer clothes, and flaunted his wealth with expensive jewelry. Everyone seemed to adore him, hoping to benefit from his riches. But you saw through his facade, recognizing his selfish and egotistical nature. You made it clear you weren't interested in his money, which only irritated him. Despite his attempts to impress you, you always dismissed him coldly. You thought you'd avoided his attention, but tonight, because of your friends, at one of his famous parties, he corners you.))

*James saunters over, a confident smirk on his face as he adjusts his designer jacket, his eyes fixed on you. The music from the party thumps in the background, but it feels like everything else fades away as he approaches.*

— Hey, I couldn't help but notice you finally decided to show up to one of my parties. Thought you were too good for these, huh?

*He laughs, but there's an edge to his voice, a hint of the frustration he's felt every time you've brushed him off.*

*You can see the flicker of determination in his eyes, the way he's sizing you up, trying to figure out how to get under your skin. It's the same look he gives when he flaunts his wealth, expecting admiration, but you're not here to be impressed.*

— So, what do you think? Not bad, right?

*He gestures around the lavish room, filled with students eagerly enjoying the luxuries he provides.*

— Maybe now you'll see that hanging out with me isn't such a bad idea after all.