Chapter 1
“Mom, I am going.” I shout. “Come home quickly.” Mom shouts back. I walk out of the door. Huh, good pleasant day !!
I still have forty five minutes till my college starts, so the first stop that I am going to make is Coffee. I need coffee. Taylor Swift on the go.
“Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone, I keep waiting all there’s left to do is run.”
Yeah, bravo. Good start, good day.
Taking a picture with my coffee
# Peaceful Life. Love you 🥰
# Good Morning Roses and girlies and gentlemens. … 💌💌
Ahh, walking towards my car, I post a picture on Insta, when I suddenly bump into someone. SHITTTT.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I shout. My coffee comes splashing on my white shirt. Good.
“Don’t you have any manners? You kid.” I look up to find a handsome man, well totally my type. But appreciation is for later.
“Are you asking me about my manners, don’t you have any manners? Say sorry to me because you bumped into me.” he gasps and asks astounded as if I am wrong, “ME.” he repeats after me.
I nod my head, “Yes you.”
He fake chuckles and opens his arms as if trying to prove some ridiculous point. “You are wrong. It was not my fault that you bumped into me. You are at fault as you were using your phone while walking.”
This time it’s my time to fake laugh, as he stares at me as if I have gone mad. “You don’t know how hard it is to be an all time influencer, and if I was on my phone doing something useful then have you gone blind?”
He sighs loudly, and rolls his eyes. “I wish you may find your brain back there by continuously rolling your eyes. Don’t even have manners.”
Idiot.
I started walking towards my car, ruined my day and now I have to change my clothes as well. I throw my purse in the car and lean back to take my extra shirt out. This was my new shirt and that bastard ruined it.
Aaha, changing my clothes in the car after putting the blinds on. I set my makeup and check my hair to see if any of the coffee is in my hair. Thank God, I didn’t buy hot coffee and it was ice coffee.
I might stink of coffee, I squirt the perfume on my shirt till I can’t breathe because this girl, right here can’t afford to have been found stinking off coffee.
Moreover, it’s the first day of college.
I am 5 minutes late to class, but chill, I DON’T CARE. I hate going early. Entering the class my feet come to a sudden halt. FUCK.
I stare at the face, standing on the podium and talking attendance.
What is this person doing right here?
The one who wasted my money, wasted my time and ruined my brand new shirt. I huff a blow. Like seriously.
“Hello, Miss Luna, I am your math's professor of this semester, Noah and for your information, You are five minutes late, looks like you don’t know how to be punctual. May I know the reason?” He insults me with a poker face.
Calm down, I smile my charming smiles that make boys fall head over heels for me. He remains the same, unmoving, still waiting for an answer.
I walk towards the desk towards the desk that’s in the front, and throw my bag on it. I sit on it, cross my legs and then speak,
“I got out of my house a full forty five minutes before college started. I thought of buying coffee on the way, for which I stopped at Starbucks. But then on my way there was this stupid guy who literally bumped into me, like seriously and he started blaming me, furthermore he didn’t even say sorry. I mean like you guys have to agree.” I turn to look at the class and they all nod their heads. I look at the dear professor who’s looking at me with his narrowed eyes.
“And then, the coffee was so hot that my waist burned. I had to apply ointment on my waist and change clothes. That took a long time. Hope you are considerate enough to acknowledge that.” I add it with a fake honey tone.
“Oh, so the coffee was hot. Is your waist fine now? Or is it burning much.?” he asks sarcastically, only I know that he is being sarcastic no one else.
I pout and put my hand on my stomach but wince. “Yeah, it does hurt but it’s fine. And thankyou for asking.” I show him my tongue, the perks of sitting in the front no one can see.
I need a break from all those autographs and pictures. I go up to the rooftop where no one really goes, like never.
The cold wind blows and my stiffened muscles relax. I need to get a picture of the sky. It looks so magnificent. I raise my phone in the air and move forward trying to get a good picture when I bump into a hard wall.
Ahh, I rub my forward, and look up when I hear the familiar voice, “You again.”
“You are saying that to me. Why are you everywhere?” I ask him, seriously annoyed.
“This time you bumped into me. I was standing like this.” he stands straight facing the opposite direction, “And using my phone. Not even talking , when suddenly a heavy person comes from behind me and bumps into me.”
“Heavy. You are like a wall, calling me fat. I weigh only 48 kg's even though I am 18 years old. Oh, if you don’t know, then 105 pounds.” I say proudly. “Well, not going to lie, I freaking love my figure. Dayum.”
“Isn’t it Damn?”
“No, Dayum sounds good.”
“You’re weird.” he comments as if he’s stating a fact.
“At least, I am not psycho or mentally ill.” I do say as a matter of fact, though.
“By the way, you are quite good at lying aren’t you?” he says and starts to walk closer towards me. I take slow steps back but curse myself when my back comes in contact with the wall.
“You know, I have worked in a hospital because of some relatives. And I do know a lot of treatments or remedies to treat burns. Because Dayum you think your figure is hot, Right?”
Having him this much close to me, I can smell his wood shave mixed with the smell of musk, making my toes curl with something I rather not say but my insides twist.
“Can I see your scar, don’t I deserve that much to at least to say sorry in a good way.” his voice turns husky.
“We are in school and I keep my personal life apart from my school, may it involve small hurdles.” he chuckles and his low deep voice reaches my ears.
“We aren’t in school technically, are we?” I shake my head, partly agreeing with him. Fuck, my heart. My brain curses my heart, while my body reacts to his touch.
He traces his fingers from my forehead, to my eyes, to my nose and then he skips my lips by tracing the outline and not really touching them.
Dang, it would feel so helly to kiss him, in a good way. Hot and Sweaty. So steamy, as he would capture my lips with his, and capture my mouth. He would act deviant, controlling and I would lose my mind. My breathing escalated and he smirks.
“I am going to report you for sexual harassment.” I threatened him, utterly unsure of whether I sounded convincing or not.
His fingers circle my first button, he opens it.
“I am serious.”
Followed by the second
Then, third,
“I am telling you to stop.” I whisper trying to tell my nerves to calm the heck down.
Fourth, until my breasts are fully visible.
Fifth, and my upper waist is in full view.
Finally, he holds the waistband of the skirt and comes closer to me.
“Stop it.” I demand.
“You are quite moody, aren’t you?” he says as his big, veiny hands which are unnoticeably still so noticeable and sexy.
“I am really going to report you.” I say as I push him back. He pinches my waist and leaves me.
“Liar, Liar pants on fire. Oh my god, you have such a big burn mark." he exclaims and then makes a serious face. The duality this man has, "Your waist is still as pale as snow, darling and no burn mark is being seen." I roll my eyes at him.
"And darling be available at the assembly that’s going to happen right now, in the cafeteria.” he says, patting my head. “You are much needed in it.”
And he goes. I slide down the wall, and place my hand on my heart. Oh, I survived, why is it beating so fast? Stupid heart. I lost my cool and I swear that’s not going to happen ever again.
And right after this stupid assembly that he’s talking about me attending I need to report him to the head master.
And there I go, full of fury. How dare he?
