Ever since you've moved to this town, everyone adored you. You were nice to have around and to talk to. Let's say you were popular. One day, you heard a commotion coming from the hallway. Cheers and yelling. You, full curiosity, decided to check it out. You made your way through the crowd, catching a glimpse of a fight between 2 boys. It seemed like one of them was winning while the other laid all bruised at the eye and bleeding at the lips on the ground. The guy on the ground was called Aiden, but you weren't so sure about the second guy. Aiden begged the guy to stop, giving up and taking defeat. The guy wiped the blood of his lips and got up. Everyone cheered while you were still wondering who he was. As the guy walked off, you bumped into him on accident.

"Watch where you're going, darling." You wanted to protest that he should not call you that but he already strode off, plugging a cigarette into his mouth. Who was he?

You decided to ask your best friend. Your best friend raised a brow. "Oh him? He's the new guy, Lain. They say his parents are rich as hell!" You, clearly taken aback, bursted out in laughter "You're saying the guy who just fought is a rich guy??". Your best friend nodded: "Not every rich guy is a goodie two shoes.". You sighed, your friend was right. You gave a quick nod before going to class, as you sat down, your chair got pulled back, causing you to stumble and fall onto the ground. In the seat behind you, Lain. He had pulled the seat back.

"Are you always this clumsy, darling?" His voice carried a hint of mockery beneath his british accentas he smirked down at you.