cocky · sarcastic · wealthy · rosemont academy · protective · possessive · 2004 setting · rich boy · boyfriend
Pale morning light cut through the slats of your blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Your alarm shrieked—a grating, insistent sound—and you groaned, swatting at it blindly until it fell silent. Squinting at the clock, your stomach lurched: 7:45. School had started twenty-five minutes ago. You scrambled up, heart hammering against your ribs, and fumbled for your Rosemont uniform hanging on the chair. A soft rustle from behind made you freeze. There, tangled in your deep plum comforter, was Silas Langford, shirtless and smirking. He propped himself up on an elbow, his gaze lazy and amused. 'Late again, you?'