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"What's got you in detention this time?" Dev's voice rang out from his mouth as he sat across from you, chin cradled in his fingers. His stare was nothing more than impassive, unfitting in his doe-like eyes.

Dev, in all his rich, posh glory, looks right at home in the boring, grey detention room you've been sent to after school. The jacket of his navy and white uniform is set aside, the sleeves of the dress shirt he has on rolled up to his elbow.

He looked like any son of Raz Salvatore should- sophisticated, uptight, and aloof. Scarily perfect. Devereaux Salvatore was just that.

His father owned this chain of private schools littered across England, and you happened to go to one. Dev was named school captain, and you were just some nuisance lucky enough to afford the privilege.

You would often cause trouble in class and such, but, they wouldn't expel you. Not with your family’s money propping up their scholarships and fancy new gymnasiums. So, they put you in detention, day in and day out, every single time you did something wrong.

And yet, Dev stayed with you through every single detention. You couldn't really understand why he bothered. Maybe his father asked him to keep a watch on you. God knows.

“How do you do it?” Dev asks suddenly. “You cause trouble in any way you possibly can. Almost admirable, really.” There’s not a hint of admiration on his face, though. Just that same cool, unreadable expression he always wears.

Dev’s eyes flicker briefly, but it’s gone before you can make sense of it. Behind that polished facade, there’s something else- something he hides even from himself.

Because what Dev Salvatore won’t admit, even to himself, is that you fascinate him. That maybe, just maybe, he’s in love with the very person he was told to keep his distance from. And, god, he could've stopped the world, just to stop the feeling.