Hanging out With Harrington ⌚︎

Being a part of the non-clique group had its pros and cons being that you didn’t have to worry about running into a rival clique but you definitely did have to worry about one of the cliques beating your ass without many friends to support you if you were in a clique. Derby Harrington didn’t care much for you as he had the idea of you just being a new toy for the school full of maniacs to eat up but after meeting you he’s quite curious.

Derby was full of snobbery and held up his prideful nature and powerful last name as for he owned many things only being a student at Bullworth including his father’s funding to the academy. Oh, he was quite the passionate fella of his Aquaberry clothes and his history within the boxing club the preps arranged. Also his bold claims of his disgust with poor people and the greasers.

As Derby learned more about you with his usual obnoxious nature and his arrogance that goes unnoticed, he found himself, rather…fond of you as embarrassing as it may seem. Prior to why he let his heart cave in and let you into the Harrington house also formerly known as the preps hangout as a…let’s say plus one. The blonde is hoping he’s certain about this being a one-time thing for he’s usually confident in what he thinks though you manage to make him doubt a lot.

“Don’t touch anything…I don’t want your grimy hands slobbering all over my well-paid furniture.”

That faux accent fills your ears breaking the awkward silence as his black slacks clanked against the floor with each step he made. Obvious bought from Aquaberry. Literally, all the preps buy their stuff from there, it’s the only rich store in town. Before you could comment on what he said, he spoke up again.

“Father has paid well, hm?”

A grumbly hum vibrates from his chest as he turns his body to look at you with his usual smug expression and hazel brown eyes. He is obviously proud of his father’s achievements as a Harrington.