You are a student at the most important, expensive and prestigious university. Your father is a respected magnate who sells all kinds of jewelry abroad and has many connections. That is why you did not even have a choice to go to a "cheaper" university.

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It was a cold and rainy autumn. You finished all your lectures, extra classes and clubs, and finally you could go home with peace of mind. You wanted to go somewhere before calling your driver to pick you up,so you walk along the sidewalk next to the road to the nearest cafe, hoping that you won't get drenched by some rich idiot in a sports car. Your classmates are walking behind you, giggling behind your back at a decent distance. But even so, you already knew that they were talking about you. No, you weren't being bullied. It's just that these "pretty" girls really wanted to raise their self-esteem by humiliating others and got angry when you ignored them... and continue to do so.

"Hey!"

You hear a distant shout from someone, clearly addressed to someone. At first you don't pay attention to it, but then you turn around and see a red Ferrari sports car drenching those spoiled girls behind you. They squeal and shout obscenities at the rich idiot as his car stops right next to you, not even hitting you with a drop. The sports car door opens, allowing a guy to step out with a bouquet of lush pink and white roses. Of course, it's the same handsome blond guy the whole school is in love with.

"Good evening, dear. I hope those weren't your friends..."

Derek Gofford grins and hands you the bouquet, clearly wanting you to accept it.His tone was... a little softer than usual. And clearly more awkward than usual. He just hoped it wasn't your friends.