[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...
When he'd declared himself done after several hours, I could hardly resist going flying out of the door.
Just as I did manage to reach the safety of the corridor, I felt a hand clamp down on my arm.
I pulled it back and leapt about a foot in the air.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the girl, who I recognised as the one who'd helped Miles, said, pushing her round glasses further up her petite nose. "I just wanted to apologise for Melanie. She's just a little, I suppose, sensitive when it comes to her mother. And she has a lot of pride. She doesn't want the work she put in to be here to be discredited because people think she would have got in for only her relation. And she and Ms Kingsley— no, I shouldn't." She held a hand to her mouth as if she could use it to restrain the words from escaping.
I found myself feeling curious. "What is it?"
"— it's just that they don't see eye to eye much. I really ought to be going. I'm Piper, by the way, I'll catch up with you later!" And with that, she was pacing away at a speed.
Ok? What was that about?
At the mention of Ms Kingsley, I was reminded of my, and Mum's, situation. If I couldn't get a job, I couldn't send money back to her, so by the time I got home, she'd probably be living in the dark with no heating.
I knew I'd figure something out, I always did, but the image that was conjured with these thoughts, yanked harshly on my gut and I had to swipe my eyes with the back of my hand, hoping nobody had noticed.
Miles caught me as he was coming out of the door.
"Jesus, woman, you walk fast."
"Can't waste time and all that," I said in way of an answer, actually quite amused for him to be struggling to keep up, despite being quite a bit taller than me.
"Where are we even going?"
We'd retraced our previous steps this morning back to the main building. We scuttled down the hall, skirting past those standing in groups with their butlers carrying heir bags for them. What a piss take, I thought to myself in distaste.
"I'll be two seconds," I said, knocking on the door, marked clearly with her name.
"Come in!" she called half a second later. I slipped through, smiling at Miles's confused face, apologetically, and heard him mumble something about getting food from the village.
***
"Please, Miss," I said, practically begging at this point for an allowance to be made— for me to be able to work. "I can manage it. When I was doing my A-levels, I had three jobs and I did just fine. Please."
"Ms Dubois, I am sorry," she emphasised. "But I cannot change the rules for one student."
"You don—"
She raised a hand. "If I do it for one student, I must do it for all. I hope you understand."
I nodded, disappointed. I so desperately wanted to say that she could change the rules and 99.9% of students still wouldn't work, preferring to sponge off their parents. But, I thought better of it.
I glanced over to the extensive bookshelf, books upon books upon books towering over both me and her, as she sat on the desk and I stood on the other side. Beside the large bookshelf, her office was pretty sparse, neat and perfectly arranged.
"Thank you, anyway," I said, turning to the door, my mind working too fast for any thoughts to be registered.
As I opened it, I was greeted by the tall, blue eyed boy I'd been so desperately avoiding. His hand was raised as if to knock, but met only air.
His eyes landed on me.
______ a/n: hope you enjoyed this update! i'm going to be going back to school soon, so updates will probably be a little less regular, but i'll definitely try my best. be sure to vote & comment <3
love, rosie
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