"I hate him."
Alexis rolled her eyes at her best friend, Xavier Holden. They were sitting at the food court on campus, and she wondered for the billionth time why Xavier hate Chase Rockfield. She was starting to have a clue, but she wanted to keep it to herself for now.
"Xavier. He is a good guy. He is captain of the football team, he donates blood, he gives back to the homeless, and he even started a homeless initiative to keep college students who didn't have a lot of money off the streets."
Xavier ran a hand through his dirty-blonde hair, while scowling at his best friend.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Oh, for goodness' sake. The man is practically a saint, not to mention filthy rich. Why would you even hate him? Didn't you say that he never caused any trouble as your roommate for the past two years? He doesn't even bring girls to your shared apartment!"
"No one is that good Lexi. Not all the time. Yeah, he doesn't cause any trouble, but why? Is that normal for a college student? And we are juniors. I thought I'd at least see the guy running naked back to our dorm after a night of booze and chanting ridiculous Greek alphabets all just to fit into some frat house. But none of that has happened. My journalism senses are tingling, and I think something is fishy about the guy."
It was true. They'd been roommates for over two years. From the moment Xavier moved into the dorm, and his mother had embarrassingly kissed his cheeks all while crying over him, and his dad recorded the entire horrendous scene, Chase had been there. Chase's parents, high society individuals, had dropped him off two days prior so he could get used to the university and be prepared for his classes. Instead of mocking Xavier for his parents being stereotypically embarrassing, Chase had only stood back, and when Xavier's mother noticed him, Chase introduced himself.
"Hello. I'm Chase Rockfield, your son's roommate."
Xavier knew his mother was taken aback by his appearance. Chase was impossibly tall with broad shoulders. His eyes were a striking green and they seemed to glow. His hair was coal black and close cut to his head.
He had sharp cheekbones, full lips, and his golden complexion hinted at playing some type of sport in the summer all long. Xavier's mom noticed his accent was a southern one, and when he grinned, he explained that he was, "from Tennessee ma'am." With his mother's prying Xavier found out that he was there on a football scholarship, and that Chase's father was a doctor, his mother a senator's daughter, turned professional chef.
