Shattering Armour
I own nothing.
She guarded herself well, convincing herself that she needn't depend on anyone. He was cruel - slowly cracking the armour that she used to protect herself... But more importantly, her heart.
Hurt&Comfort, Drama, Romance, Friendship.
It was raining that night when he first met her.
He never noticed her; never gave her a bit of his attention. He didn't even know her, and yet... He was captivated when he finally managed a single glance.
From where he stood, he knew they were from two different worlds. He was high on the social status. He was born and raised in a wealthy family, and was heir-to-be to his family company. He had many friends, adored by everyone. She was on the opposite end of the stick. She was one of the students who got into their prestigious College by chance - winning their full-schooling scholarship with hard work and consistently perfect grades. She was too serious for her own good, and was hard to approach, only having a handful of friends.
What they had in common, he realised, was that they both seldom spoke. They both didn't like attention and they both would rather be left alone than be pestered by others. Although, their situations were slightly different.
His given attention was positive,
Hers was negative.
"What?" she hissed while sending a cold glance his way as he snapped out of his musings.
He thought back on her words and then studied her from head to toe, surprised. So that's what she sounded like. It was too bold for his liking - but, for some reason it matched her eyes. It matched her.
"You're soaked" He stated sincerely, but he hadn't realised he spoke after he said it. He noted that with his past reactions, he wouldn't have bothered with an explanation - maybe because he was too used to being giggled at and flirted with to really care about what the other was saying. There was a short, awkward silence between the two and she broke it with a small grunt, choosing to ignore him. He stared at her with a questioning look and, cautiously, approached her and held his arm with his black umbrella out to shelter her from the rain.
"I don't need your pity" It wasn't a growl, but it was most definitely angry. He sighed and stepped a little closer to her. "You'll get sick." He stated like it was a-matter-of-fact. She shot a grim, annoyed frown at him and managed to stand a good metre away, and folded her arms, ignoring his presence.
"Why are you waiting here in the rain, at night?" She let out a small sigh and dropped her arm to her sides. "That is none of your business." He couldn't help but be totally stricken by how she handled a conversation with him. This was something different to what he's used to. Again, there was a short, awkward silence between the two. Then he decided to break it this time, taking her hand and handed the umbrella to her. She just stared at him dumbfounded.
"I don't need it." He pulled out his phone, dialed a number and then shoved it back into his pocket - a few seconds later, a sleek personal BMW pulled up beside them. He cornered his eyes toward her and smirked, "Neither do I"
The sheer shock on her face proved that he managed to get to her.
From that night onward, he made a note to himself that he will get to know this mysterious young woman.
Because she managed to get to him, too.