Declan’s POV
I stormed down the path toward the college and my class, my mind swirling as the sight of Dakota’s sad, pitying face swam in front of me. This is why I don’t do girls as friends! They want to delve into my life, ask about s**t that should remain buried in the past where it belongs.
I don’t want to deal with people either sneering at me, the poor little rich kid or worse, as Dakota had done, look at me with pity in their eyes. It’s the reason I don’t tell people about my childhood, no-one needs to know that s**t, it is what it is.
I pushed open the door to the college roughly, shouldering my way through the crowds of kids until I reached my classroom. Throwing myself into my chair at the back of the room, I dropped my bag by my feet and hunched myself over the desk moodily.
