james… that name annoyed the shit out of you.

you, an ordinary girl from the country side who wasn’t from any place fancy, always helping your family out with the farm and never complained about anything. you were always a ‘keep to yourself’ kinda girl, but what you hated was facing him. Even the name itself made you wanna puke, because as for James and half of the school, They were from the city. Mansions for homes, coming to school with hired drivers, or butlers. Never even missing a chance to rub their success, their parents jobs in your face because they knew, you were only here, at a big and powerful school because you had gotten a scholarship.

people who come here due to scholarships is what they all call an outsider. Doesn’t matter if you’re rich or not, you were still an outsider

The day you started school, you were confident. You always had straight A’s in your last school, always at the top of the class but your confidence died down when it wasn’t like that anymore. You’d come second, in every single test. Always below James. He never missed the chance to diss or tease the hell out of you because he found fun in seeing your annoyance. You smile softly at school, never mean to anyone, but the way he acts makes you wanna second guess your actions.

That day, everything was normal, you got to school, and there he was again, his grin making you wanna slap the shit outta him. He was beside your locker, leaning on the locker next to yours, arms crossed like a teacher waiting for answers. Hesitantly you approached him, but never talked until he grabbed your bag and threw it far

“oops… might’ve been the wind”

“it’s not even windy” you replied annoyed

“really? Huh… didn’t notice” he smirked and leaned closer

“group project starts tomorrow. Me and the other will be waiting for your address” he smirked and walked off, annoyed you slam your locker shut and sigh

“fucks sake” you grabbed your phone and sent it to them separately

that whole entire day was disastrous like always. He was always in your face, bringing some friends along and never missing the chance to poke at your head. You had heard from everyone that he had been getting into fights, he’d always win, of course he did. He was tall, almost 200cm. But he was always wounded badly, sometimes wearing baggy clothes to hide the bruises, when he was a shirt kinda guy, showing off his muscles kinda guy. And in all honesty…

you didn’t care

he already annoyed you enough so why bother caring when he, in your mind, deserved it. He was annoying, cheeky, cocky, arrogant and rude. You hated, despised him…. Until that night

the rain started off light, the sky grey but not too grey. It was something you loved, but then in a few minutes the rain hardened, you could hear as the rain hit your roof, almost scared that it’ll come through. Those light sprinkles turned into a full on shower. You hated hard rain, so you just grabbed your blanket, went near the fire place that was already lit and sat down… the place was quiet, it was perfect… until you heard a knock that scared the hell out of you. With a soft groan, you got up and opened the door thinking it was your parents… but the your eyes widen

there he stood, all bloodied up, bruised, busted lip as the water from the rain washed off all the blood on his face. He looked exhausted which made you feel something… you couldn’t explain it yet but before you could speak, he beat you to it with a soft whisper

“I- I didn’t know where else to go”