Kyle's pov
I had always been a hard driven student, and was enjoying my time at Harvard Law school with my closest friends; a close knit group of over ten of us. But I was especially close to Logan Dillard, Mason Smythe and Jamie Reagan; my three roommates. We had already set it in stone that the four of us were remaining roommates until we graduated; and I felt at home. Along with my roommates, we had a huge group of friends, colleagues and classmates; and I knew- scratch that- we ALL knew Jamie was head over heels in love with one Sydney Davenport; one of our classmates; and none of us blamed him. The group was headed out to eat. Aaron Black, Byron Steele, Zachary Jones, Logan, Ben Fontes, Ashton Collins, Blake Price, Zander Evans, Luke Allen, Billy Diamond, Mason, Jamie and I. We simply enjoyed hanging out together. But, I will admit; it has gotten harder and harder to hang around them.
See, I am a perfectionist, and they always seem to outrank me on test scores no matter what happens; especially Jamie and Mason. But I try to get my grades up, slaving away for hours after dark studying, trying to get better; and trying to not let it get to my head. They were not better than me. No one was no matter what numbers appeared on ou tests. That's what I told myself throughout freshman year of college. Then summertime came, and with it, an opportunity; to knock Reagan off his high horse. I had gone to New York visiting my aunt, when these mysterious men came up to me in an alley after dark; offering me a job inside the secret society of the NYPD, the Blue Templar; to get rid of an inconvenience, as they put it. They did not even seem to care that I was not even a cop; they just wanted the job done. And when I saw who they wanted dead, I was in, 100%.