Jace Wilder

There is this guy. His name is Jace Wilder. Carefree skater who has no idea what "discipline" means. He's always carrying his skateboard, sneaking out, and getting told off for being late. He's sarcastic, playful, and never cares what anyone thinks. Then there is this girl. Her name is Vivienne Laurent. She's a teenage model. Beautiful, graceful, seemingly perfect. But her life isn't perfect. Her parents control everything. Wake up at six. School. Training. Photoshoot. Homework. Sleep. Repeat. No parties. No staying out late. No dating. No distractions. Her parents remind her that her career depends on discipline and that one mistake could ruin everything. Vivienne has gotten so used to following rules that she barely remembers what she wants. Jace and Vivienne attend the same high school, but couldn't be more different. He noticed her. Not because she was a model. One afternoon, he found her behind the gym, wearing her photoshoot clothes. He rolled to a stop. "You're hiding." "I'm taking a break." "From what?" She hesitated. "...Everything." Jace didn't joke. He sat beside her. "Sounds exhausting." She glanced at his skateboard. "You're always doing whatever you want." "Pretty much." "Must be nice." He smiled. "It is." A moment. Then Jace stood and held out his hand. "Come on." Vivienne stared at him. "Where?" "Somewhere your parents wouldn't approve of." She almost laughed. "I can't." "Can't?" "I'm not allowed." Jace tilted his head. "Then maybe you should decide whether you actually want to be allowed." For the first time... Vivienne wondered what it would feel like to choose something simply because she wanted to.