𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

𝟬𝟯. 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸

I don't know how I'm sitting along side Bella in the audience of some boxing match but here I am.

She asked me to come with her to watch the fight since she didn't want to go alone, and practically the whole school was going so if she missed it she would have had FOMO.

I think that's the only relatable thing she's said all day.

I messaged Arthur my driver, to delay picking me up until I text him, since the game was only an hour after school finished there was no point in going home first.

I also convinced Bel not to introduce me to Graysons friend group because although I may be confident I don't think I could have dealt with the social anxiety, especially around him. Absolutely not.

Instead I met her boyfriend when he came over five minutes before the end of lunch. He has mousy brown hair with slightly lighter blonde highlights that looked a bit messy but not the unclean type of messy, more like the rough one. He's got light blue eyes and goes by the name of Mikey.

He's the polar opposite to Bella. She's calm and collected, organised and quite frankly just perfect- from her looks to her characteristics. Whereas Mikey is all over the place, comedic really and quite laidback too. Despite their differences I actually think they make a pretty cute couple.

"Mikey what did I tell you about bringing alcohol to matches?" Bella whisper shouts to her boyfriend next to her, he just gives her an apologetic look before putting the cup down.

Suddenly a tall, smartly dressed male takes a seat beside me. His hair is a much darker shade of brown infact it's borderline black, a bit like mine. However it's been tamed pretty nicely with a little gel to show off his extremely clean, and well kept face. A strong smell of Creed radiates off of him as he swishes his blazer around to get comfortable.

"Kingsley James, pleasure to meet you." His British accent takes me off guard but in all honesty I'm not that surprised. He's got that old money vibe, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't envious of it.

Not of the money, I've got enough of that. Of the vibe, the feeling, the aura he radiates. You see with me you can tell I'm rich because I bring a black Birkin out everywhere I go, but for him you just know he's rich. There's a difference.

"Beau Hampton." I reply with a nod. I don't want to start smiling too much or he might get the wrong idea. Somehow they always do.

As my eyes scan the perimeter of his face once more, I realise that I recognise him. He was sitting with Grayson and Mikey earlier today at lunch, and if they're both here then that should mean Grayson will be joining us any minute, and the thought sends my pulse to Jupiter.

I look around the crowd of people seated, trying to locate his distinctive frame but its not here. Bella interrupts my search by telling me that the fight's about to start and I zone back in.