ʀɪᴄʜ ʙᴏʏ ⋆ Jacob Thrombey

⋆𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈⋆

Y/N woke up and sighed, it was a new day. She sat up in her bed and looked around her small room. She felt at peace for a moment and then she remembered that she was meant to be nervous. Why? She didn't remember right away but then it had hit her and she groaned as she pulled the bed covers off of herself.

First day at a new school. Not any old school either. It was a private school, the real deal, apparently. She never thought she'd afford to go to a school like that, not judging on the size of her house and the neighbourhood she lived in.

No, people like Y/N weren't made for schools like that- but here she was. The question that had been on her mind for weeks lingered in her mind as she got herself ready for school. Who had paid her school fees?

One day, she'd just been sat in her living room re-reading one of the only books she'd ever had, there had been a knock at the door. Y/N almost never had visitors, in fact she hardly ever saw anybody. She was a little busy, with the whole 'only being 16 and working three jobs' thing.

But as she opened the door, there was nobody to be seen, nothing but an envelope on her doorstep. And when she opened it and saw the secrets hidden within, she knew her life had changed forever.

Sure, she'd still have to work all of her jobs to pay for her food and her house and her water and her heating but at least she wouldn't have to go to the public school she'd been attending for years. The people there weren't the nicest about her home life and she was looking forward to a fresh start.

But that didn't help her nerves about her first day. She pulled out the uniform she'd been sent a few days after the letter had shown up and she put it on. Her school didn't have a uniform but obviously the private school did. A blue blazer, blue skirt, white shirt and white socks. And of course, a red tie.

After she'd dashed downstairs, grabbed a banana that was sitting out on the kitchen table and picked up the scruffy backpack she'd had for years, she left the house and headed down the street to the nearest bus stop.

Yeah, she was going to catch that bus to a public school. That rickety bus with fumes spitting out of the back of it. Then again, she didn't have too much choice. After she'd got into the bus and paid for her ticket, she sat down and looked out of the window.

The neighbourhood she lived in wasn't the nicest, she was certain that her next-door-neighbour was growing things he shouldn't in his back garden. Nonetheless, it was her home, she'd been raised there.

As they drove down the bumpy road, Y/N couldn't help but wonder who had paid her tuition for her. She'd been living alone for as long as she could remember and she hardly knew anything about either of her parents. She thought she knew them, but then things changed.

There were no other relatives she knew about, no relatives who would have paid all of that money for her to attend school. And she had a feeling she'd be asking the same question for a long time. She wondered what her new classmates would be like. And she was partly grateful for the uniform otherwise everyone would immediately knew she wasn't well off like the rest of the people who attended the school.

And then she started to really worry, what if people knew she wasn't like them? Did her hair look okay? Would people be just as horrible to her as they were in her old school?

But then her thoughts came to a halt, because the bus was stopping. And she knew that she was there when she saw the huge, red-brick building that had been in the letter too. So she slowly stood up, brushed herself off and walked off of the bus after muttering a thanks to the driver.

She looked up at the building and lowered her gaze to look at the students swarming around the courtyard like ants. All in the same uniform as she was, except for the fact that the boys were wearing trousers instead of skirts. She took a deep breath before walking inside of the school gates.

Head held high, shoulders back. If she acted like she was meant to be here then people would think she was meant to be here too. "Come on, Y/N, you could do it. Find the office and then get your timetable and then-"

And then she crashed into someone and she jumped a little, going red with embarrassment as she immediately started started apologising the person she'd walked into. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even-"

"Watch it, asshole." The person snarled as they bent down to pick up the phone they'd dropped and Y/N had a feeling that it was more their fault than hers.

She'd walked into a boy, probably about her age. Brown hair, green-blue eyes. And his hair was gelled to the side, trying to look posh but then again, he probably was posh. From the looks of him, he seemed alright, besides from him calling her an asshole. And then Y/N was about to introduce herself, maybe she could make friends with this person- or at least learn their name- it would be good to have at least one person she-

"Your skirt is too short, you're going to get dress-coded." The boy told her as he stood back up, phone in hand and walked away- leaving Y/N gawping after him. She sighed with frustration and tugged her skirt down a little before heading into the big building and looking around for reception.

Little did she know, that was Jacob Thrombey- her future best and only friend by default.

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