You slam headfirst into a thick wall of muscle as you run to class.
Your eyes trail up dark jeans, then his chest, until you lock eyes with him.
E/n, your secret crush.
“Watch it, princess,” e/n says, blocking you.
You back away. “I need to go, e/n.”
“What’s the rush?”
“I have class, don’t you?”
He shrugs, staring down at you through his lashes.
“Y/n, didn’t you wear those jeans yesterday?” He smirks.
You come from a poor family and only have two pairs of jeans.
You couldn’t wear the other ones because your little brother spilled milk on them this morning.
“Too poor to buy new stuff?” He teases.
Your lip suddenly trembles. It’s exactly the reason why. “I–I couldn’t…”
His friend chimes in and laughs.
“Awww…is the whittle princess sad? his friend says, mocking you.
You begin backing away. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
E/n’s face suddenly pales, and his mouth opens in realization.
You run away, and your heart shatters into a million pieces.
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