"Let's go, Ken. I'll show you a secret place in the campus," Lexi smiled seductively at me, putting her leg over my thigh, "and then maybe we can do some physical work there." She winked.

Little did she know, I was not a tad bit interested in her. The only reason I was tolerating her and claiming her to be my girlfriend, was to piss off Tyler Wilson. I hated him as heaven hates falsehood. He had been a pain in my ass from high school. The only man for whom I would argue with even God as to why he deserved a place in hell. I loathed him to my guts. Simple and clear. And his love and obsession was Lexi. He was with her from school days-till she dumped him like a truck. Now that I got her wrapped around my finger, I could not help but enjoy watching Tyler burn in hell every second of his life. It was like a treat to my eyes. Good news, we were in the same college.

"Lexi, maybe we can meet after classes. I have an important lecture to attend today. I'm already running late." My refusal made her grimace at me.

"You're saying it as if I don't know about the university timings already," she moved away and sat at a distance, as she adds, "In case you've forgotten it Ken, let me remind you once again, we both go to the same university and I know pretty clearly what time our class starts."

See, the problem was, she annoyed me more than I gave her credit for. Had I not been filled with so much hatred for Tyler Wilson, I would have gotten rid off her at the very first chance I got; I knew very well that she was with me only for my money. After Tyler lost all his fortune in gambling and illegal activities, he went broke and Lexi threw herself on me like greased lightning. Since then, I was somehow putting up with her.

Luckily, I liked at least one thing about her, which should be mentioned, was that she wasn't the jealous type. She never asked me to take her out on a date or spend time with her. Infact, there was barely anything physical between us. Even though she knew I fucked other girls, she never bothered to ask me about it. I would give her my credit card and that was all she cared about. I believe, some people just love money more than the idea of being loved. That's exactly how she was built. To be honest, this is what I wanted from her until my desire to kill Tyler with my bare hands faded.

"Babe, I have to meet my friends before class but I promise I'll make it up to you." That would do the trick. It always did.

"Shopping?" she grinned at me. Told you.

"Shopping, it is."

She gave me a peck on my cheek before scampering away like she never existed.

I rushed to cafetaria to meet my only and truly true friends---Evans, Kyle and Jordan. The moment I saw all three of them sitting on our usual spot, the couch at the back, I knew I'd lost the bet of the day.

"Hey, look he's here." They all looked at me together as I approached them.

"Well, what's new?" I inquired seeing the look of happiness on their faces.

Jordan came running towards me and gave me a tight hug. "Congrats, mate."

And then rest of them kept hugging and patting me on my back without telling me the reason why. They were grinning ear to ear, and it made me feel like an outsider because only I seemed like a confused person among them.

"Will y'all just tell me what's this about? Or wait---is this another prank of yours? Don't you--"

"You are the new football captain of the California University." Jordan declared it so plainly as if it was some kind of joke.

"What? How? When did this happen? And why am I the last one to know about it?" I could not believe it although I always knew it would happen someday.

"You aren't the last one. You are the--" Kyle pretended to look around as he added, "Well, not many people know about it yet."

"Wait, explain." I sat across from Kyle.

"I heard that Tiger voted your name in the board meeting and so did some of the board members. Majority won and so here we are--celebrating it."

"And from where did you hear this?"

Although I never doubted Kyle's skill to gather information from people, I still needed to know where it was all coming from.

He hesitated, "Um... well, Simon told me."

Simon was the younger brother of our football coach Tiger West. I still could not comprehend why would Simon tell Kyle anything related to his brother until he was...

"Wait, is this Simon you have been ass ramming for days now?" My question full of surprise and disbelief.

He blushed as he replied, "Well, yeah, it's nothing serious though. Just a good fuck."

"Well, I'm anyway not interested in who you put your cock into, just to be clear," I rolled my eyes at him and grinned for the first time, "All I wanted to know was that it's coming from a right source."

"Well, now you know, right? Anyway, Simon told me Tiger was confused between you and Tyler," The mere mention of his name was enough to rile me up, "but he chose you instead. Tyler's history isn't the best and we all know that."

No! It was Karma. He tried to sabotage my life by falsely implicating me in a case of drug supply and consumption, but what did he get in return? The payback of his own ill-deeds. I remembered everything so clearly as if it was just yesterday. My father had never been so disappointed with me. My mom hated the mere sight of me. Only my sister, Emily, believed me. And ofcourse, my friends. My life was in ruins. I was rusticated from school for a whole year and had to continue my studies from home.

My father had links with some distinguished and well-known people of the country, so he somehow cleared my name of the charges. I would have liked to have been put behind bars for those false charges, rather than saved by my father, because even today this thing pricked my chest like a knife. It felt like a burden on my back. Everytime I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice the look of despair on his face for me. That's why, mostly I avoided seeing him. I didn't live with my parents for the same reason, even though we were in the same city. It had never been the same again. It would never be.

My cheeks became hot with blood coarsing through my body. My body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to strangle him to death and turn his body ice cold.

"I hope it was only Tiger's decision and you didn't persuade his brother to add a word extra." I spoke nonchalantly with a heavy breath.

"Obviously. You don't even have to say it, Ken. I won't do that to you knowing how important it is," Kyle replied as he patted me on my shoulder.

"But, Ken, don't you fucking forget you came last today." Evan's face lit up with a mischievous smile, "Just because you've become the new football captain doesn't mean you won't do our daily dare."

"That's right, Evan. And look who is going to give you dare today?" Jordan said as he looked at Kyle.

No! Fuck, no. Not him. I knew what kind of dares his mind was accumulated with.

"Ask me to jump off the second floor and I'll do that," I suggested, faking excitement in my voice.

Kyle was a master of giving girly, fucked up and cheesy dares. Once he asked Evan to propose to a girl inside the principal's office. Jordan, the most decent man in our group, was given the dare to bust into the girls' hostel and strip off his clothes. I could not even imagine what sort of dares he was capable of giving.

"Nope, not today," Kyle smiled cheekily, "Let me think... umm... you will have to-"

"Break into girl's hostel?" That's right, Evan, add more fuel to the fire. Fucker!

Nonetheless it was easy. I could do that.

"No." Kyle denied it.

Damn him!

"Dare him to not fuck any chick for one month straight," Jordan giggled.

Well, it was like a good one, although I knew I would be able to do it too.

"Nah!! Look there," Kyle pointed his finger to the entrance, "kiss the first girl who walks in from that door-"

Boomer!

"That's an easy one, Kyle. Come on, give him something-"

"Wait, let me complete it, fucker," Kyle eyed at Evan and looked back at me, "You will have to kiss her for atleast twelve seconds. Twelve because it is my birth date." He grinned like an enchanted ape.

Evan didn't seem much pleased with the dare that was given to me. It made me smile even more.

"Kyle, you have given such an easy-peasy lemon squeezy dare to someone whose reputation was only to charm girl in day and fuck them by night." Evan rolled off his eyes at Kyle. "Heck! You could do much better.

Little did Evan know how much I hated making a request to someone, let alone asking them to do something for me. I could only imagine it in my dream that I would ever ask someone to kiss me. That's not the kind of a man I was.

"No. No. No. You won't ask her. You see, that's the trick there. You'll go and you'll do it." Kyle stated, shrugging off his shoulders.

"But Kyle, atleast think about the girl, he can't just-"

"Jordan, ask him to accept his defeat in that case then."

"I will not," I barged in. "You know me, I'll do it anyway. But will it be right with that girl?"

"It doesn't matter. A dare is a dare." Kyle rolled off his eyes at me and blew air on his newly manicured nails. "I know I'd love that."

"Well, I can kiss you if that's what you're asking for." I laughed, hoping never to have to do it, atleast not in this lifetime.

"If you were not my best friend, I would have liked this idea, but a big no from me for now." His face was covered in a firm and unflinching smile. "Now, do it or start calling yourself a coward."

Not. In. Hell.

"Fuck, can I atleast give her a heads up before actually jumping on her lips."

"Oh, that sounds hot. Yes, but no, you shouldn't be giving her any kind of heads up, dear friend. That's exactly what the dare is."

"Have I told you earlier how fucked-up and un-daring your dares really are? I think I have. Fuck you, Kyle Kristal!"

"Always up for a good fuck." He smirked.

We waited for a couple of minutes for someone to enter the building but could not find any person far and wide. I would come to college early because I had a football practice session in the morning, while they would only accompany me, because they were my good for nothing fellows. Just kidding. Therefore, it was no surprise that no one was in the cafeteria at this hour.

"I don't think anybody would come so early. How much more do we have to wait?" Evan said in a perpetually tired voice, "I'm leaving to smoke a cigarette."

"There she is," Jordan pointed to the entrance, "I feel pity for her, already. She doesn't deserve this."

My eyes moved to the entrance where a woman was standing. Who was she? I had never seen her before. She seemed to be a freshman. But why did she take admission in the middle of the semester?

"She's fine, man," Kyle acclaimed. I'm shocked he is admiring a girl. Could he be any less gay?

But, yes, she was fine.

She was more than just fine if I'd be completely honest. Her skin was porcelain, her long brown hair falling in fat ringlets around her elfin features, framing the contours of her expressive face. She had petite, rounded shoulders and arms that were thin but toned. It looked like she did some kind of activity in her spare time. Her toned hourglass shape was clothed in jeans and a solid green placket t-shirt and a pair of black shoes. There was nothing too much about her, still it was just perfect. She was carrying simplicity and somehow making it look chic.

Her long sharp blue eyes were glued around. She looked as though she was on another planet, but there was something quite angelic about her as well.

"Ken, will you just go already or you want some more time to eye-fuck her?" Evan chuckled followed by others.

I stomped on his shoe making him wince in pain, "If I want to fuck her, I'll just do it." I looked back at her. "Anyway, she is really not my type."

Though she was every bit of beautiful, yet she looked too innocent and angelic for my tastes. I was used to being around skirt-and-heel types. She was clearly far from that. No way.

I turned my eyes back to her but she was not there anymore. I looked around and spotted her at the food station, perhaps ordering something.

I jumped on my feet and rushed to my target. I turned around and waved my friends goodbye until I brought my kiss to the victory.

I approached her and stood behind her. She was about a foot shorter than me in height yet taller than an average American woman. As I leaned towards her, the smell of her perfume hit my nostrils. Actually, it didn't smell like a perfume because it was too faint. It was probably a mist or a body wash or something of that sort as it didn't smell artificial at all.

"Excuse me," I whispered in her ear softly.

The moment she turned around, I had my lips on her. The mere thought of requesting her or even asking her for a kiss didn't even cross my mind. Maybe I was too prepared for the kiss.

1..2..

She tried to push me back but I pulled her to my chest in the right time. Her lips were plump and soft like rose petals. I could taste her lemon strawberry chapstick that she must have applied on her lips. I held her hands tightly under my arms while my other hand was under her chin, holding her at place. I savoured her lips like the last piece of my favourite dessert. She tasted sweet like a dessert.

3..4..5..

Lost in the heady sensations, she wriggled and strained around me. She made a move to kick me in the groin but I was too quick to stop her. And the very next second, she bit my lip like a wild cat. My grip loosened around her as blood began to ooze out. She pushed me and I fell back on the floor with a thud.

What the hell!

I glanced at her and she was gasping for air and coughing at the same time. She was fierce. I underestimated her but unfortunately she made a mistake of not estimating me even a little. I would make sure to give her a taste of the damage that she caused me.

"What the heck did you just do?!" I rose up on my elbow and dusted off my clothes.

"Contributing to the kiss, you bastard!" Her fierce voice echoed around the room or maybe it was only in my mind.

"Fuck! It was just a kiss." I wiped the blood from my lips with my thumb.

The next second, she moved forward and got caught in my trap. In no time, I took her chin in one hand and with the other I pressed her tightly against my chest. Since her hands were in the middle of our chest, she was making feeble attempts to fight. Turning her head, I lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. Fire was burning inside her and it didn't dim for a second.

I whisper in her ear, "I think I should apologise to you," I paused for a second and then added, "for this..."

She again punched me on my chest. "You fucking bast-hhh--"

I put my mouth on her lips to restrict her from insulting me any more. But was I stopping just there? No, it didn't seem so. I spread my lips all over hers. All her efforts to shout and scream at me went in vain as I shoved my lip in her mouth, giving her a taste of my blood.

Bite it. Bite it as long as long as you can.

I knew by now she was fierce enough to bite my lips also the second time but sadly she wasn't cruel enough to bite it in an instant. Therefore, before she could put her thoughts into actions, I chewed on her lip quite nicely. It made her wriggle in pain yet I could bet it wasn't painful at all. Under different circumstances, I would call such offerings as love bite without any love.

I sucked her blood like I made her taste mine. It was as sweet as her serene smile yet there was a hint of bitterness in it like her words. Her fists landed on my chest like an army of tiny needles. As soon as I loosened my grip around her body, she pushed me back. It didn't take a second for her to raise her hand at me, to slap my face. I halted her in the midway. She used her other hand tried the same effort the second time. She wasn't getting what she wanted because I won't let-

"Ahhh..." I screeched in pain as her knee hit my groin. Bitch!

"Don't you fucking dare play that prank on me again or you'll regret having a pair of lips altogether," she warned me as her eyes shone like the brightest of stars. It only made me smile even more. What's happening?

"Fucking pervert!" I heard her say this as she walked past me like a queen.

"Woah, Ken, she is evil, isn't it? I bet you like her already." Jordan shouted.

I didn't even care giving a thought over what he was saying as my eyes were glued on her the whole time.

"Man, you alright? I hope you didn't get any severe dick damage," Kyle mocked me.

I gave Kyle a blank stare before I looked back at her. "Shut up, Kyle, or you'll regret having a pair of lips altogether," I uttered every word so slowly yet softly, imitating her style of talking.

I knew it would annoy her and there was some kind of joy in that. To watch her expression go from soft and sweet to sassy and savage was something beyond my understanding.