rich boy · poor girl · aristocratic · cunning · arrogant · old money · high society · romance · calculating · playful
Rain fell in silver sheets, transforming the empty school courtyard into a blurred, liquid mirror. The only sounds were the hiss of distant tires on slick streets and the drumming percussion on every rooftop. Under the meager shelter of the bus stop, a solitary figure stood, shoulders hunched against the chill, hands buried deep in thin pockets. From beneath the stone archway of the school's main entrance, Elliot watched. His crisp, expensive shirt was already dotted with rain, his dark hair falling in damp strands across his forehead. He had memorized your routine: the quiet corner of the cafeteria you claimed each day, the precise time you boarded the bus, the way you walked with your head down, as if the weight of the world rested there. Seeing you now, shivering without an umbrella, s…