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Collision with an idiot

"Thank you." I smile, giving him one of my fake smiles before rushing out of the office. Once in the hallway, I look at the paper to see where my locker is. Once there, I keep walking as I look at the paper again to see what my number is. I slam my face into someone's back.

The force of the impact causes me to bounce and fall on my butt. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going. I let out a groan and wince as I notice my butt hurts from the fall and the hard muscles I hit.

I'm glad there weren't too many people in the aisles to see me fall, because it would have been embarrassing. There are only a few stragglers still trying to hurry to get to class.

The boy I bumped into turns around. I realize my mistake and what it could cost me. I've just collided with the school's star quarterback, the king of this school, the son of my mother's boss. When he looks at me, I can see the pissed off expression on his face.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" he blurts out, baring his teeth. I'm surprised and taken aback by the level of animosity he has towards me just because I've bumped into him.

I look up into electric blue eyes, cold and hard, glaring angrily at me. He doesn't even offer to help me up. What a jerk. But even though he's being a jerk , I can't help but suck in a sigh at the strange feelings he seems to invoke in me right now. He has a prominent jaw with a straight Roman nose and thick black eyebrows.

If I thought I felt things when I looked at him from afar before, it's nothing compared to how much they intensify with him so close to me. Yes, this whole interaction is throwing me off.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I stammer when I realize I've been staring at him the whole time. I'm confused by his anger at me - is this how they treat new students? Because it's not very welcoming.

On the other hand, I remind myself that the kid just lost his mother, so of course he'd be angry at everyone and everything, right? I mean, I'd probably feel the same way if the situation were reversed.

"You better watch out from here on out because bad things happen to the trash at this school," he growls, still glaring at me.

"Look, asshole , I said I'm sorry! You don't need to be an asshole." I retort. I don't know what his problem is. This kid acts like he's never accidentally bumped into anyone.

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around.

Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay?

He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometime. What the hell, get a hold of yourself, Lia!

He's tall, must be over six feet tall and broad shouldered. His body is chiseled to perfection. He doesn't look like he has an inch of fat on him. He has black hair styled with the front ones a bit long and straight, and the back is cut low. It's definitely one of those fuckboy hairstyles. Every inch of him is simply human perfection. I don't even realize I'm still looking at him, eyes locked on his perfect features, until he speaks again.

"You better watch yourself, new girl, and stop looking me in the eye. I don't like fat girls," he blurts out. His words mortify me. I thank God once again that I am late this morning and that no one is around to witness my humiliation. I finally get to my feet.

Before I can respond, he walks past me and makes sure to bump my shoulder, which sends me slumping against the lockers. The guy is huge and probably has about a hundred pounds on me. I groan from the pain in my shoulder as I hit the locker.

I stand there, wondering what the hell happened. When I imagined starting at Riverside Academy, I didn't expect anyone to be rude to me. I just expected to go unnoticed and finish the course without anyone noticing.

I shouldn't expect better behavior from a jock, but I did. I expected it to be a more refined school with no jerks , since the tuition is astronomical.

Again, I don't know if she was rude because of her mother's passing, if that's her normal attitude, or if she just dislikes me. Or does she hate new people or something? I'm just here to get my degree and graduate to go to college, nothing else.

I let out a sigh and look at the paper again looking for my code, which I had already forgotten after that whole encounter. I open my locker and put in my extra books.

I groan as I realize that the locker next to mine must be his and that's why he was here in the first place. Damn . Well, there goes my plan to avoid that idiot . I look 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, which is not a good first impression.

I find the class a minute later and it's a miracle I didn't miss it. I'm still a little nervous about the Rayan Riverside experience, but I try to forget about it, thinking, no, hoping, that it was just a one-time thing and he'll leave me alone.

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