He wanted to go home.

The cold stone walls covered in ivy and sculptures wasn’t just a place full of hope. Evador had been ranked the top boarding school in the world since 1754, many prominent people in history attend that school and many still do.

So why did Ryker Aldwin feel so out of place?

It was a sixth to twelfth grade school that rarely took new students, partly since it was practically impossible to get in if you weren’t a legacy – which Ryker wasn’t, partly because he felt an insane amount of guilt since his parents could barely pay for him to attend, even with his scholarship that covered three-fourths of the six-figure cost, and partly because he was transferring halfway through his junior year.

Just great. A brand new school, in a different country, halfway through the school year.

Maybe he should’ve just stayed home like all of his friends told him to. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten on that plane like all his friends told him to. Then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be listening to the annoying junior class rep, Mike, give him a tour.

Mike’s voice drowned in Ryker’s ears, each word more infuriating than the last.

Well, till he got shoved hard in the shoulder and heard someone crash onto the very expensive marble floors. “What the fuck?” Ryker spun around, seeing a very dishevelled you on the ground.

His heart almost stopped at the sight of you before he snapped out of it. “Are you okay?” He asked, extending a hand out to help you up.