The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Thirty-Five

Pulling into the student lot a few days later, while rain pelted the windshield of my Bentley Bentayga before parking in the spot next to the rest of the group, though I apparently wasn't the only one who thought of bringing an umbrella as Nico opened his door and stuck his out before he did as a way of avoiding rain.

Sliding out of the vehicle I opened my umbrella before pushing the door shut behind me and moving towards where my friends had gathered.

"You look classy as fuck," Hunter mutters as he was reduced to looking wet and uncomfortable.

Unfortunate.

"Did you forget your umbrella, Ambrose?" I muse looking around at the kids practically scurrying inside to get out of the deluge assailing New York, before Mia graciously saved him by opening hers above them both.

"Thank you, Mia," Hunter says taking the umbrella and holding it evenly between them, while Mia just gave him a brief smile and glanced away.

"Don't mention it," she says quickly before stuffing her hands in her pockets, leaving the two of them in silence.

Honestly it would take work, it would just need one of them to say something, though it'll be Hunter who would need to sort his shit out first—though takes one to know one.

I then notice the Porsche Panamera, followed by a Mercedes Benz sedan which was Sav's car pull into the school.

"Riley," I call and he looks at me before following where I was looking and watched as Ava got out.

"One night, and you aren't going to go talk to her?" I comment moving to one side of the group as Sav's car slows along the drop-off area.

"It would be awkward, neither of us had anyone who wanted to go with us."

Hunter and I then cast him a look and he just sighed.

"Fine I didn't want to go with anyone, happy," Riley says giving us both a half harsh half defeated look.

"Anyone but Ava Windsor," Hunter says with a small knowing smile.

"He's not you and wouldn't just sleep with her for a single night," I remark before separating from the group to headed off towards Sav's car.

The queen of Thornbrook then slid out of the Mercedes and I stuck out my umbrella to shield her from the rain, the droplets bouncing off the surface down around her while she gathered her things.

"Thank you," she says grabbing her purse, and pulling the dark green trench coat she wore tighter around her frame.

"Are you cold?"

"A little why?" she says looking up at me.

"Come here," I say stopping and changing hands to hold the umbrella before pulling her with my spare arm to my chest so I could hug her.

"Tell me when you're warm," I say and she nods against my chest leaving us to stand there for a while in silence while the rain fell around us.

"Why are you so warm?"

"Because no one gave me warmth as a child so I just made my own," I say with a humoured laugh though the truth in it hurt to admit. The world wasn't told that for fourteen years I only got to be around my parents for eight of those, for half my life I didn't see them, and the last collection of clear memories I have I was ten.

I also have no intention of letting that be known but that was the case unfortunately, and it made me who I was. Pockets of hopefulness were rare with me, so it was little moments like this that compelled me to immediately hide away from the rest of the school, and all the people I knew.