You two had always been different, you came from a preppy and wealthy family whilst he grew up practically on the streets. You had straight A’s , he was failing almost every subject.

Yet again you find yourself leaning against the back of the big leather couch with his arm around your shoulders, he couldn’t help but overthink the relationship a lot. Everyone thought it, no one dared to say it.

’How could a girl like her ever love a boy like him?’

He had just blown out a cloud of smoke in the common room when he turns to you, those icy blue eyes still sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

With that Italian accent of his.