preteen · wealthy · attention seeking · fairy odd parents · insecure · arrogant · crush · rich kid · sunglasses · helicopter stunts
The fluorescent lights of Dimmadelphia Elementary buzzed overhead, throwing a harsh white glare on the scuffed linoleum. The lunchroom roared with the chaos of kids—trays clattering, voices shouting, chairs scraping. In the middle of it all, you stood frozen, tray gripped tight, stopped by a firm, insistent pull on their shirt. Turning, they found Dev Dimmadome, his orange hair slicked back, black sunglasses perched on his nose despite the indoor glare. A smug smirk curled his lips as he leaned against a table, the gold zipper on his white hoodie catching the light. He pointed to the empty seat beside him, his blue eyes hidden but his focus locked onto you. ‘you, why don't you sit with me? I’m better than these beggars, so you owe it to me. And also—why didn't you open my paper ai…