[The Mr Series #1]
❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?...
rich boys don't have hearts.❞
Don't speak to them.
Don't go near them.
Don't breathe within 3 feet of them.
The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most...
My 'butler' had been a stout, well-dressed man. It was strange to even be thinking that I had a butler. Nothing about the whole concept seemed real. He didn't talk all that much, but then I expected that was standard protocol. No one else seemed to embark on conversation with their own help, so I didn't trouble myself all that much.
He led me up the grande staircase I'd seen on my way in and to right, to the East wing. Those who walked in the same direction as us up until the stairs seemed to need several separate trips to get all their stuff to their rooms, and that was with several men aiding their butler. It was only really Miles and I that could manage with only one.
He and I ended up a few doors down from one another, which wasn't such a bad thing. I had yet to ask him what he was studying here or anything really all that personal, instead choosing to laugh with him as I skidded on the floor once again.
All throughout the school, chandeliers hung from the arched ceilings, and tapestries decorated the walls. The place struck me more as a palace than a school.
The walk wasn't all that long, but quite a chore, considering we had to double back on ourselves as my room was right by the front door, but up a level.
Robert, as I now knew him, opened the door swiftly with my keycard. It was strange for a modern bit of technology to be included in such an old piece of property, but also useful as I knew that if it was dark or I was tired, or drunk, I'd most certainly not be able to make a key function.
The room was absolutely incredible. That's all I can say.
The larger than life bed was the first thing to catch my eye with its perfectly draped sheets and with it having posts with material hanging on either side of them. Despite its size, it didn't overshadow the rest of the room or take away from the floor space much at all. There were three doors on my left, two being double door— I assumed would be a conservative cupboard— and another, which when opened, showed to be a bathroom.
I didn't know if I'd, realistically, be able to live in the place without feeling uncomfortable and guilty for making mess. They said a maid would come in and clean, but I hated the thought of making them clear my things up after me.
Once I'd not gotten over, but become a little more used to the room, so that my mouth wasn't permanently agape, I began to put my things away. The double door was, in fact, not a 'conservative' cupboard, but a very large walk in wardrobe. I sorted my stuff so that it fit neatly, and hung my uniform, still in its brown, velvet covering, on the door.
About an hour later, most of my stuff had been put away, only odd bits and pieces were left. I left my room, sure to keep ahold of the keycard, and turned towards Miles's room. No more than a knock and a five second wait later, and he had thrown open the door with the biggest grin I'd ever seen.
"Isn't this just incredible!" He yelled as we began walking down the corridor. "It's like what you could only see in magazines or films!"
"Yeah, it does make you feel a bit like royalty," I said, because it most definitely did.
"Tell me about it. All I need is a crown and some nice badges for doing nothing, and I'd fit the part."
We continued walking, chatting all the way. I found out he lived only with his nan and two little brothers. Like me, he'd gone to an ordinary school and worked a lot of the time, being the only source of income. Topics went towards the gossip side of things, and he began telling me all about the latest scandal.
"How did you know about that girl's business?" I asked, remembering how confused I'd been at the time, but never had the chance to voice it.
"Papers, magazines, online. You name it, and if you dig deep enough, you'd find some pretty dark stuff. And it doesn't hurt that nan knows everyone, and they tell her everything because they think she's just a little, old lady. She tells me all of it, though. They're stupid really, because that woman has the biggest mouth in town."
We laughed together.
Somehow, we managed to do a loop, and wind up back in front of our doors. With an over exaggerated bid farewell, we simultaneously opened our doors, and I stepped back into the room I would never have even dreamed about being near, let alone living in a day prior.
Yes, I'd seen the brochures and the glimpses of photos on the Internet you weren't, strictly, allowed to take. But nothing, nothing could compare to what it was like in person.
I fell asleep, and make of it what you will, the easiest I had in a while.
______ a/n: hope you enjoyed! x love, rosie
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