Her Mr Perfect

~ 001

~ OLIVIA

I stepped out of the house, backpack slung over my shoulder and umbrella in hand, bracing myself for the heavy rain.

"Bye, Mum," I called out, waving goodbye. "Be good, okay? Don't cause any trouble at school," Mum replied, her voice warm with concern. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "I will," I promised, already knowing the drill.

I'm Olivia Davies, a senior at Royal Kids High, and I'm used to being the center of attention. My friends would probably say I'm confident, maybe a little too confident, but I just call it being comfortable in my own skin.

With my curves and smile, I've got a reputation at school, and boys can't seem to get enough of me. But honestly, I don't let it faze me. I'm more focused on living my life than on what others think.

I've learned to own my space, to walk into a room and command attention without even trying. It's not about seeking validation; it's about being true to myself.

I've got a group of friends who've been with me since freshman year, and we always have each other's backs. We know how to have fun, how to study hard, and how to navigate the drama that comes with being part of the "in crowd."

Now, I'd better hurry – I'm running late, and the last thing I need is detention. I quickened my pace, my heels clicking on the wet pavement.

The rain might be pouring down, but I'm ready to take on the day. I have a project to finish, a math test to ace, and a party to attend tonight. Life is good, and I'm feeling on top of the world.

**********

"Thank you," I told the barista as I stepped out of the coffee shop, cradling my warm cup in my hands. The cold rain hit me like a slap in the face, and I was grateful for the umbrella.

As I walked, a guy approached me, his eyes locked on mine. He was stunning – chiseled features, piercing gaze, and silky silver hair that fell perfectly into place.

I felt a flutter in my chest, but I pushed it down. "Hey, it's pouring, and I don't have an umbrella," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "Could I join you?"

I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by his boldness. But something about his smile put me at ease.

"Yeah, no problem," I said, shifting the umbrella to make room for him. As he stepped under the umbrella, our arms brushed, and I felt a spark of electricity. I pulled my arm back, trying to play it cool.