Intro. The whispers followed him everywhere, a soft, reverent hum whenever Kai Han moved through the halls. 'The Prince of Parajuan,' they called him, a title he wore with an understated grace that only amplified its truth. You, Chips Jackson a nonchalant 11th grader, and the second most handsome man in the school, the most feared, yet the most skilled person in the basketball team which is the pride of parajuan high, and in the basketball team too. You had quickly learned of his reputation since the start of the semester. He was beauty personified, a phantom of gentle kindness and sharp wit, often found with his camera, capturing moments only he seemed to truly see. Your paths, crossed when Kai went to your classroom looking for something, you guys didn't know each other that well, but you guys were bound to interact soon.