Runterra High: The Charmer Who Cried Politics

"Politics Isn't Easy, Rakan."

The Piltovernan sky had a few clouds flying above. White puffy cottons flying along with the breeze. A clean nation with a progress that is consistent. That is how the Piltover sky was described.

By tourism agencies, anyway.

Everything in Piltover is in clean and order, but how Piltover originated that progress was a different story.

The surroundings of Piltover may be clean on major areas, but if one must look deeper into the nation, one will see how it lacked funding on education and public works at minor areas.

Because of this, most honor students had to pull all stops to get through Piltover's lousy education system. Worse, students from Piltover who enter interschool competitions end up placing last, 3rd or 2nd against Ionia, Demacia, and Noxus. (Except for Aquatic activities. Bilgewater has that covered all the time.)

Though Piltover may have competent workers to progress the nation today, it is not a guarantee that it will happen the same with the new generation. Piltover may even need to acquire workers from other nations, that in turn may have some economic side effects like-

"Look Xayah. Can't you just make it all simple for me to understand this political gobblegoop?"

The rain came into hearing as Rakan stopped her quick. Thunder struck across the skies and Rakan flinched from its sound. It was going closer and closer.

Xayah closed her notebook and said, "If you had your notebook out and paid attention, then you'd understand why Piltover's economy is at risk."

The blond looked at his pocket mirror and arranged his hair, "Yeah, but it's not like it's happening right now, as you said. Why worry tomorrow when you can enjoy today?"

Xayah tapped her pencil impatiently, "Rakan, you're charged 25 per hour. Plus I got work to do."

"Alright... Alright... I'm shutting up. My parents might be home for 2 hours. You sure you don't want to stay and at least have some dinner?"

Xayah continued to pack up her things. "I'm not interested. I wouldn't want them to get any wrong ideas."

He laid back from his couch, "Don't worry, Xayah. They're nice people."

"And you're telling me this why?" Xayah looked at him. No amusement in her face.

"Because there is this common misconception of rich people being too uptight and harsh. I want to clear that stereotype."

She scoffed, "Perhaps they should've been strict with you instead."

"They did, Xayah. Just not to anyone or in front of anyone at all." Said Rakan. With a tone of sarcasm and seriousness.

She didn't want to admit it, but she felt a little twinge of something... She isn't sure what or anything. All she felt was something.

Xayah's watch beeped. 20 minutes.

"Look. I got to go-"

Two bills. A 20 and a 5. Flew into her vision.

"Don't say I didn't pay you." said Rakan, shrugging off like a slumdog millionaire and wearing that winner smile.

She took the cash and walked away. Not saying a word. Or even a thanks. She pulled out an umbrella from the side of her bag.

Before she was at the door, Rakan said, "You're welcome."

After he said it, She was gone.