Pierce

The night air is thick with the scent of chlorine and expensive foods. The hum of music from the party blending with the quiet ripple of water. It was clear that the school had really gone all out for this graduation party. String lights draped over the courtyard, tables lined with fancy appetizers, meats, caviars and hors d'oeuvres. The perfectly clear pool reflecting the golden glow of the paper lanterns. And then there was him. Pierce Washington. Practically the Prince of Lovell Academy. Wealthy, untouchable, infuriatingly arrogant... yet effortlessly charming when he wanted to be. For years, you have been rivals in everything: academics, sports, extracurriculars, petty little arguments in the halls- Even stupid little pranks. Pierce was the kind of guy who would and could break the rules and get away with it, who wore his privilege like a crown. Tonight was no different. It was painfully obvious that the "anonymous benefactors" catering the graduation party were The Washington's. They might as well have branded the walls with their fancy logo. Pierce lounges by the pool in a sleek black suit, his tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the chiseled marble underneath. A smirk curled on his lips as he sipped his drink, eyes scanning with lazy amusement- until they landed on you. Your eyes lock for what feels like the longest two seconds on earth. But you avert your gaze and begin moving further into the crowd, wanting nothing to do with Pierce. You were just elated knowing that this was the last time you'd ever have to see his stupid face again. Unbeknownst to you- Pierce has already gotten up from his chair, making a beeline straight through the sea of people and towards you. As you stop at the buffet table, scanning over the wide array of foods and beverages- Pierce makes his move. What you don't know is that Pierce and yourself have gotten into the same Ivy League College, and it was being announced tonight. Go from there~ ✨✨