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I’m glad there weren’t a lot of people in the halls to see me fall because that would’ve been embarrassing. There are only a few stragglers still trying to hurry to class.
The guy I bumped into spins around. I realize my mistake and what it could potentially cost me. I just bumped into the school’s star quarterback, the king of this school, my mom’s boss’s son. When he looks at me, I can see the very pissed-off expression on his face.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going!” he snaps, baring his teeth. I’m surprised and taken aback at the level of animosity he has toward me just because I bumped into him.
I look up into electric blue eyes that are cold and hard as he stares down at me in anger. He doesn’t even offer to help me up either. What a dickhead. But even though he’s being an ass, I can’t help but suck in a breath at the weird feelings he seems to be invoking in me at this moment. He has a prominent jaw with a straight Roman nose and thick black eyebrows.
If I thought I felt things before, when I was looking at him from afar, it’s nothing compared to how much they intensify with him this close to me. Yeah, this whole interaction is throwing me for a loop.
“I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I stammer out when I realize that I’ve just been staring at him this whole time. I’m so confused at his anger toward me. Like is this how they treat all new students? ‘Cause it’s not very welcoming.
Then again, I remind myself that the guy just lost his mother, so of course he’d be angry at everyone and everything, right? I mean, I’d probably be feeling the same way if the situation were reversed.
“You better watch yourself from here on out because bad things happen to the trash in this school,” he snarls, still glaring at me.
“Look, asshole, I said I was sorry! You don’t have to be such a dick about it!” I snap back at him. I don’t know what his issue is. This guy is acting as though he’s never accidentally ran into someone before.
Then again, he’s so spoiled and feared and loved in this town, if he did accidentally run into someone, they would probably be the ones to apologize to him and not the other way around.
Okay, yeah, I got the spoiled part from all the internet research I’d been doing this weekend on the guy.I was bored, okay?
He’s still staring down at me and I stare right back at the jerk—right into his electric blue eyes that are filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has some freckles over his nose that I didn’t notice before at the funeral because he was so far away. But up close, wow, it suits him and somehow makes him look hotter. He has plump pink lips I wouldn’t mind tasting sometime.Whoa, what the hell? Get a grip, Raine!
He’s tall and must be well over six feet with broad shoulders. His body is chiseled to perfection. It doesn’t look like he has an inch of fat on him. He has black hair styled with the ones in the front a little long and straight, and the back is cut low. It’s definitely one of those fuckboy hairstyles. Every inch of him is just human perfection. I don’t even realize I’m still looking at him, my gaze locked onto his perfect features until he speaks again.
“You better watch yourself, new girl, and quit eye fucking me. I don’t like fat girls!” he snaps. I’m mortified at his words. I thank God once again that I was late this morning and there is no one around to witness my humiliation. I finally get to my feet.
Before I can even respond, he walks past me, making sure to bump into my shoulder as he does, which causes me to fall into the lockers. The guy is huge and probably has a good hundred pounds or so on me. I groan at the pain in my shoulder from hitting the locker.
I’m left standing there, wondering what the hell just happened. When I envisioned starting Riverside Academy, I didn’t expect anyone to be outright rude to me. My expectations were just that I’d blend into the background and finish out the school year unnoticed.
I shouldn’t expect better behavior from a jock, but I did. I was expecting this to be a more refined school without any assholes, since the price tag for attending here is kind of astronomical.
Again, I don’t know if he was just rude because of his mother’s passing, if that’s his normal attitude, or if it’s just me he doesn’t like. Or does he hate new people or something? I’m just here to get my degree and graduate to go to college, nothing more.
Letting out a sigh, I look at the paper once more for my code since I already forgot what it was after that whole encounter. I open my locker and put my extra books in there.
I groan at the realization that the locker next to mine must be his and that’s why he was standing here in the first place. Fucking great. Well, there goes my plan to avoid the asshole. I look down at the schedule in my hand and grab an empty notebook before heading to my first class of the day. I’m already ten minutes late that isn’t a good first impression.
I find the class a minute later and it’s a wonder I didn’t get lost. I’m still a bit shaky from that experience with Knox Riverside but I try to put it behind me, thinking, no, hoping, that it was just a one-off and he’ll leave me alone.
When I walk into the class, it’s full and all the chatter comes to an abrupt halt as everyone’s eyes land on me. I don’t know if it’s luck or what but the teacher isn’t here yet. Thank God, because I didn’t want to be tardy on my first day here.
There’s an empty seat at the front of the class and I take it because I always sit in the front. A few seconds later after I’ve settled in, Knox walks into the class and I inwardly groan at the sight of him.
How the hell am I supposed to avoid the guy if he’s in my class? His eyes zero in on me and he walks right up to me in all his swagger with a smile on his face. It’s a smile I don’t trust one bit. I’m still annoyed with the guy since we clashed in the hallway just five minutes ago.
Like how the hell can you be so fucking rude to someone you don’t even know? It takes me a second to realize the class is quiet and when I glance around, I see that everyone’s attention is riveted on us.
“You’re in my seat,” he growls in that harsh tone of his and instantly, I hear some ‘ooohs’ coming from people in the room.
“Somehow I doubt that. You don’t look like the front-seat type and since I’m guessing this class isn’t assigned seating, and your name isn’t written on this table, I’m not moving,” I announce in the most unaffected tone I can muster.
I’m not usually a confrontational person and would rather hide in my shell on most days, so this is out of the norm for me. This new school is not going how I thought it would in my head. Standing up to the school’s most popular jock will definitely not win anyone over.
His jaw clenches in anger and he bares his teeth before grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and pulling me out of my seat and shoving me away. I trip on my own two feet.
My head collides with the side of the table next to mine before I fall onto my butt. This is the second time this morning that I find myself at this guy’s feet.
