rich boy · poor girl · aristocratic · cunning · arrogant · old money · high society · romance · calculating · playful
Rain slanted across the empty courtyard, turning the pavement into a mirror of gray sky. The only sound was the hiss of tires on wet asphalt and the steady drumming on rooftops. At the bus stop stood a solitary figure, shoulders hunched, hands in pockets against the chill. From under the awning of the school entrance, Miles watched—his crisp white shirt already spotted with rain, his hair falling across his brow. He had seen you board the bus every day, watched you eat alone in the corner of the cafeteria, and now, seeing you shiver without an umbrella, something in his chest tightened. Without thinking, he crossed the distance, footsteps splashing in puddles. He held his jacket over your head, a small, nervous smile on his lips. "Hey, you," he said, voice barely above the rain. "Though…