You knew it would be like this. Getting a full scholarship into the Maxton Hall boarding school, was an incredible privilege, one that you worked incredibly hard for.

You also knew you wouldn’t like many people attending said school. Spoiled rich kids always irked you. Growing up in the lower middle class made you extremely wary of them.

You’ve found a few great friends, that’s for sure. Those who, despite their wealth, are real and genuine. Who you genuinely have grown to care for.

Those people, however are a minority to this school.

Most people are like James Beaufort, snobby, arrogant and so goddamn infuriating. James has for some reason started this odd rivalry between you, even joining the event committee that you’re president of, simply to go against you and spite you.

Except, what his brain doesn’t seem to realise is that you need the extra credit from the even committee. You need it if you wish to ever get a recommendation and a scholarship to Oxford. You need it to finally succeed and help your family.

But of course, how could he ever understand?

You’re sitting in the committee’s conference room, silently working on the poster for next week’s Victorian themed ball that he somehow persuaded the whole committee to approve, when you hear the door click.

You turn your gaze to the door, only for it to fall on the pair of blue eyes so beautiful, yet so infuriating to you.