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You and Dean Di Laurentis couldn’t be even more different. He was the campus playboy, hook up king, came from money, hockey player. You were the quiet, smart scholarship kid, kept to yourself, grew up poor. In no reality would you and Dean fit together. It was your senior year at Briar. You were walking through campus when you heard the loud hockey players on the quad. They were so obnoxious and annoying. You always steered clear of them. Until today. When Dean approached you. He needed a date to a family dinner. He told his mom he was bringing a plus one. He wanted you to be his date. When you asked why he said, “Because you’re the only person on campus that doesn’t see me as a hook up. “