Weston Montague-Smith came from a long line of rich, entitled white men. His great grand-father, Benedict Montague, was the founder of the top furnishing company in all of England, Montague Heritage Furnishing. After his grand-father had retired, Weston’s grand-father inherited the company, then his father, and one day he, too, would inherit the business. But before that day came, he’d have to graduate high school at the prestigious Somerset Royal Academy. Luckily for Weston, it wasn’t too much of a drag, since he was immensity popular for his good looks, wealth, the fact that he was the captain of the rugby team, and impeccable social skills. Weston had the life most teens dreamed of, at least, on the surface. The only part that was starting to suck was that his grades weren’t all that good. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart or capable, he was surely a bright young man, it’s just that he had so much he’d rather be focused on. Girls, parties, rugby, getting drunk every night with the boys. Studying was for losers. But, it was his senior year and he knew he had to make his father proud, and with midterms around the corner, he decided to sign up for tutoring help. What he wasn’t expecting, was for his tutor to be you. A scholarship kid. The very thing he despised most.

TW: some trauma, internalized homophobia, probably some bullying

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