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Irounded a corner, and there it was.
London Southwark University. My home for the next three years.
As I drove past the first of the LSU campus buildings, all modern glass and steel brightly reflecting the morning sun, I couldn’t stop the grin overtaking my face. Following the signs for student parking, I swung my grey Volkswagen Golf into the large car park, spotting a space all the way down the end of the left-hand side.
Perfect. I put my foot down on the pedal, speeding up to reach the space before anyone else got there.
Everything happened in slow motion.
Another VW Golf appeared from the bottom of the car park, aiming straight for my space. I slammed my foot down on the brakes too late, and the crunch of metal sounded as my car came to a sudden stop, then jerked backwards.
Fuck.
I jumped out of my car, slamming the door behind me. “What the hell? You could see I was aiming for that space!”
The other driver rounded the side of his car, yanking his sunglasses from his eyes as he glared at me. “You drove your fucking car into mine! Are you blind?”
“It wasmyspace; I already had my indicator on. Maybe you should try using your eyes for once!”
He gave an angry growl. “I was indicating too, and not only that, I was closer to the space. It was mine!” He gestured to his passenger door, which now held a sizeable dent where my car had hit it. “I’m not losing my insurance no-claims bonus for this shit. You’re paying to fix it.”
Breathing deeply through my nose, I attempted to curb my anger. This was not how I wanted my first day at uni to go. “Yeah? Are you gonna pay for mine?”
“Your what?” Jabbing his finger in the direction of my front bumper, he curled his lip. “That’s just a fucking scratch!”
I eyed my bumper. There were long scratches across the front, but I could probably cover them with a touch-up pen. I wanted to go through the insurance route even less than he did, probably. It wasn’t only my no-claims bonus on the line, the insurance excess alone would cost more than it would to fix it myself. And money was something I was in very short supply of at the moment.
I became aware of him seething at my side, and I tilted my head, studying the large dent in his door. My car had definitely come out of this better than his. A flare of sudden guilt had me opening my mouth. “I can knock the dent out if you want. It’s easy enough. I’ve done it on my car before.”
He stepped right up to me, pushing his chest into mine, and I had a sudden flashback to my school days, when the football boys used to throw their weight around as an intimidation tactic.
Too bad for him I wasn’t a pushover. I shoved back against him, and his gorgeous blue eyes widened in surprise.
No. He does not have gorgeous eyes.
“I’m not surprised that you’ve done it to your own car, based on your lack of driving skills, but do you seriously think I’d let you come near my car again?” he continued to rant, quickly over the surprise of me pushing him back.
“Mate, we’ve got the same car,” I pointed out, my anger receding as he got more worked up. Especially since my car seemed to have escaped mostly unscathed, other than the scratches to the bumper.
He ran a frustrated hand through his brown hair, his nostrils flaring. “Not the same,” he bit out. “This is a GTI, and do you know how much the paint job was?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, and I don’t particularly care. Look, it won’t take me long to bang the dent out. It’ll look as good as new when I’m done with it.”
“You’re not coming near my car. You blindsided me; it’s 100 percent your fault. Pay up, or I’ll get campus security involved. There’s cameras all around this car park.” Turning away, he reached through his open window, then spun back to face me. “I want your number, and I want you to text me right now to prove it’s real, in case you do a runner.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket with a sigh. “Fine. What’s your number?”
He yanked my phone from my grip, his nostrils flaring with anger.
“Seriously.” I rolled my eyes at him. Again. “You need to calm down.”
While he was occupied with jabbing at my phone, I took a chance to take him in properly. He was taller than me but not by much, with a fairly lean build. Although his body was hidden under his hoodie, I’d bet anything, based on the way his jeans clung to his muscled thighs, that he’d be ripped. His mid-brown hair was shot through with naturally sun-kissed highlights—the kind that appeared after a long, hot summer spent outside. It was kind of longish and messy on the top of his head but short around the sides, with a line shaved into the right side. But it was his face that stopped me in my tracks—fucking gorgeous with aqua-blue eyes tipped with long chestnut lashes, a strong jawline with the barest hint of stubble, and full lips. All in all, he was the kind of boy that got my heart racing and my dick hard.
There was no doubt that he was very, very hot, but it was more or less negated by the fact that, based on first impressions, he was a complete and utter bellend.
When he was done with trying to stab his fingers through my phone screen, he thrust my phone back at me and then climbed back into his car without another word. The next second, there was the sound of his engine roaring to life.
“Hang on.” I strode over and leaned down, poking my head through the open passenger window. “Don’t you want to exchange names?”
“No need.” He brandished his phone at me, baring his teeth. “I have you listed under ‘Car Park Wanker.’”
“How sweet. We already have nicknames for each other.” I gave him a fake smile before withdrawing my head from his car.
“Wait, what’s your nickname for me?” he called out.
I ignored his question just to annoy him even more. “See you around.”
With another fake smile, I sauntered away, sliding behind the wheel of my car and giving him a mock salute, before reversing away and finding another space in the car park, as far away from him as possible.
