Everest Daniels was your average teenage boy here in Ridgemont. His family was loaded with money, they had the biggest house in town, not to mention they owned over half of it and had owned over half of it for decades. His father was the town's best lawyer and his mother worked at their local hospital as a anesthesiologist. Everest had his whole life set for him. He was the quarterback of his school's football team, dating the most popular, and most annoying, girl in school, and not to mention he had a football scholarship to Ohio State University in the bag. He drove a 2017 Lincoln, a gift from his father for his 18th birthday, and was by far the most looked up to, and gawked at boy in school, and the whole town. He was the town's "Golden Boy"- a nickname given to him because his family was considered the town's "Golden family"; all rich, all successful, all perfect, and most of all; they all had golden blonde hair.

But, Everest was far from happy. Yes, he had everything he could ever ask for right? But to him, these material objects and his "picture perfect" life, did not make him happy. To him, his life was far from perfect. His mother and father were hardly ever home, even as a child his only companion was his nanny, Beatrice. She was a kind, middle aged woman. She has worked for Everest's family since Everest was born. She stood about half his height, which was saying something considering Everest himself was not by any means "tall". She had auburn hair, now deeply greying, and brown eyes. She was kind, always made sure Everest had enough to eat and toys to play with, but he would much rather have his parents attention than a nanny.

Monica Lewis, Everest's girlfriend, was the image of perfection; long waves of sun kissed blonde hair, doe brown eyes, a perfect complexion, and a significant amount of money. She was captain of the varsity basketball and football cheerleading squad, president of the Senior student council, and captain of the debate team. She was the perfect girl for the perfect boy. Everyone figured they'd get married, pop out a few kids, and live that picture perfect life that their parents had. But, Everest wasn't sure if he wanted this future for him. In fact, he was absolutely certain he did not.

Monica had her moments where Everest thought he could possibly loved her. She had a perfect smile and eyes that could make a heart melt. She had a way of using those eyes, a way that could make people do whatever she wanted. She could be quite manipulative. Originally, Everest had gotten involved with Monica due to the school. They were always together, always around one another. It was fate, I guess you could say. It was just destined to happen. Everest liked Monica. She was nice, when she wanted to be, and she had her looks. But he knew he didn't love her. He wasn't even attracted to her. Which confused him more than anything. I mean, She was seemingly attractive. All the guys in school gawked over her appearance. She had the perfect body. But, Everest didn't find her appearance all that interesting. He didn't find anything about her interesting in all honesty. She was just like every other girl in this town. She was plastic. Hell, the couple had earned the nickname "Ken and Barbie" at school.


Everest's POV


I pull into the repair shop's parking lot in my Dad's silver SUV, I had to borrow It this week due to my car being in the shop but today I finally get to pick up my baby. I pull the keys from the ignition and make my way inside, I quickly spot my Lincoln as well as Randy, the only repair man in town that I trusted to touch my car. I approach him slowly, waving my hands in front of him to indicate I was there without startling him.


         "Hey man, She ready?" I ask, shooting him a smile.


He emerges from under my car, covered in oil and sweat. "Everest! She's doing just fine, just needed an oil change and a new fan belt, your dad covered the tab."


           I nod, knowing that I would have to pay my dad back with some type of bullshit favor, probably join him for a company dinner or some shit. "Thanks, let him know I'm leaving the keys here for him when he picks up his car, okay?"

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