I chose an all-black outfit, dress pants with a long-sleeved shirt tucked into the pants and a leather belt, with some shoes I didn’t even know I owned prior to this. That’s definitely Mother’s gift.
My hair’s styled back, and before leaving the dorm, I make sure all of my tattoos are covered, and nothing is out of place. Not to be cocky, but I’m one good-looking motherfucker.
“The lady’s arrived,” Aiden drawls out, sarcasm in his voice. I ignore him, coming to stand next to Kenzo.
“What are we waiting for?”
“My driver,” he responds. “He’ll be here any minute.”
I nod, looking around the campus. Loud chatter grates on my ears, but I force myself to keep calm and not snap. There are plenty of students scattered around, some playing games at the tables outside, others in corners all around, whispering and having a good time.
My brows narrow slightly when I spot that dumb bitch across from me.
Sophia’s sitting on a bench with Grace — who is, yet again, sipping on those kids’ drinks — and on her right is Damien. He leans in, whispering something in Sophia’s ears, making her laugh.
Why the fuck is her laugh so obnoxious?
And when the hell did these two get close?
For the first time in a while, I finally get a good look at Sophia. As always, she has some pink bows in her hair. This time, however, instead of a massive one, she has a couple of smaller ones, hair clips, I’m assuming, that are scattered all over the front pieces of her hair. The dress she’s wearing is satin, hugging her waist perfectly, with longsleeves and an open neckline.
Jesus Christ, have her tits always been this big?
Immediately, I scold myself mentally for even thinking about it. Sophia Sloane is the biggest cunt I’ve had the displeasure of meeting, but even so, I can’t deny that she’s one of the most attractive women on campus. She has that confidence that attracts men and women alike, and the fact that she’s unapproachable, with no romantic scandals behind her, only adds to the appeal.
There’s a scarf wrapped around her neck, hiding the mark from my choking. There’s twisted satisfaction in my chest at the thought of being the only man who’s ever left a mark on her, regardless of the context.
The goal wasn’t to hurt her — not much, anyway — but the bitch doesn’t know what boundaries are, and she’s using the line as a fucking jump rope, always testing the limits, jumping from one side to the other.
As if sensing my eyes on her, she snaps her head in my direction, just as Damien whispers again in her ear. Though she doesn’t seem to be hearing him. In fact, her focus is solely on me.
Her brows crease, and even from this distance, I can swear there’s a light smirk on her face.
How fun.
I guess the little princess finally found a way to get her revenge. The game we’ve been playing since we were children. She doesn’t realize that the main reason we’ve been fighting, arguing, and doing this shit to each other for as long as we’ve known each other, is our parents’ fault.
The two families’ feud goes way past the two of us. Our parents are sworn enemies, for whatever reason, and it transferred to us. I’ve been told since I started my academic years that she’s my enemy andthat she should be put in her place. She’s been told the same, no doubt.
I lift a brow at her, my face remaining passive. Her eyes flick down, looking at me up and down before a look of disgust flashes behind her eyes, and she turns her attention to the motherfucker next to her.
What no one here seems to realize is that Sophia Sloane is nothing but a toy that I like keeping around. Soon enough though, the world will know that she belongs to me. In ways that no one would ever expect.
???
Monday rolls around sooner than I’d want. The classes for the day end around noon, and something is fucking off. Wherever I go, I’m given odd looks. Even Cassia, who would already be clinging to me by now, seems to be avoiding me.
“You’ve noticed it too,” I say, slumping into the seat across from Kenzo, loosening my tie.
The men’s uniform consists of dress pants and a maroon blazer, with a matching tie and a white shirt underneath. The blazer has the school’s logo on the left side, with the golden embroidery of the highest quality.
“People have been looking at you like you killed someone over the weekend,” Kenzo lifts a brow. “What did you do, Soren?”
“Fucked if I know,” I mutter, glancing around. “I’ve been on my best behavior recently.”
“Except for choking the shit out of Sophia,” he points out. “Do you think she reported it?”
“No,” I snort. “If she wanted to report it, she would’ve done it that day. And she wouldn’t gain sympathy points by spreading the word around, because the bitch doesn’t just get even, she gets revenge.”
