Kalie's POV.

His face, close to mine; his eyes, burning with rage; his jaws, clench and his hold on my arm, tight. He is looking at me with utmost disgust and now those disgustful eyes are turning into a pit of burning fire. This - whoever he is - is making me feel nervous a bit. His intense gaze and his hold are something that is making me feel that.

This is new and I am not liking it. I am not that kind of girl to get nervous or to even lose myself in front of anyone, but this strange boy was proving it wrong. I hate this. I hate domineering guys. I like to have the upper hand and now, this boy is not making it possible for me.

I wriggle my right hand to free my arm from his hold and try to push him with my left one. He, at once, slams his hand on the wardrobe's door, making me flinch. His hold tightens around my arm and his face comes closer to mine. He inches it down as to meet my eyes and then opens his mouth. "Don't mess with me," he says. His voice, calm yet threatening. The way he whispered every single word out of his mouth, I know this is a warning. But do I care? No! How dare he give me a warning? I should be the one giving him one and yet he is having the upper hand here.

Fuck!

"What if I don't listen?" I challenge him, raising my eyebrow. I am Kalie Wilson and no way in hell I am stepping back. I don't lose. I always win.

He looks at me, in shock, and then his lips curl up in a smirk. "You are a desperate one," he says, getting back. I look at him confused. What? What desperate one? What does desperation have to do with this conversation?

"What?" I ask confused.

"Barging into a stranger's room in the middle of the night and not leaving no matter how many times that stranger is trying to throw you out. How desperate are you?" He asks with the same smirk. As his words register in my mind, my mouth widens with surprise. Now, I understand what he meant by the desperate one. Fuck!

I scoffed. "What the fu-"

"But sorry to burst your bubble. You are not my type." He smirks, cutting my sentence off. He plops himself on his bed. His eyes still looking at me and they are mocking me. I can feel it. I won! I can clearly see these words.

Not his type? Desperate one? Who the fuck in the world does this guy think he is?

My temper rises and I clench my hands into fists. How dare this guy insult me? No one has the right to insult me, not on this city's grounds.

"Fuck you!" I yell. He looks at me while raising his left eyebrow, challenging me. His eyes asking, and?

"Guess what? You are not my type too! If you would have been the last guy on earth, still you wouldn't have been my type!" I yell again. My chest rising and falling from my heavy breaths.

"Well, glad to know," he says still having that victory smirk on his face. "You can leave now. Miss Desperate."

"What?" My eyebrows furrowed by his name for me.

"Oh sorry, not a desperate one. Miss Not-my-type." He is still looking at me with a satisfying smirk of his and his confidence telling me he won.

"Argh!!!" I let out a frustrated groan. I hate him, I so hate him. I'm going to make him regret. I will make him regret every single word. I will make sure of it.

I grab my bag and head towards the door to leave this snob, boorish jerk's place. I open the door and peak out. The hallways seem clear with no sign of Ken or Graver. I step out, still looking in my sideways.

"Damn! Where could that person go?" I heard Ken's voice. Shit! The voice was low, and it felt like it was coming from the corner of this hallway. I hurriedly step back again and close the door.

"What the fuck? Again? Don't you understand one single word? Leave!" That jerk growls as soon as I came back. I suck in a deep breath and then let it out, trying to calm myself.

Kalie! Relax. You don't have a second option. Relax.

I calm myself and stand straight. Turning around, I got closer to where he's sitting. He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows as if trying to see what I am planning to do next. His lips are no longer up in a smirk and his eyes are now again burning with rage. I step closer and then before he can say another word; I jumped on the other bed. Lying down, I cover myself with the duvet.

"What the heck!" I hear him shout, and then the duvet gets snatched away from me. "Look, lemme spend some time here and when those two boys will stop searching for me, I'll leave. I promise," I say.

"No!" He simply shook his head this time. "Come on! Show a bit of mercy, a bit act of kindness. A bit of humanity. Human to human?" I move my fingers between us. He smirks, "Are you human?"

Shit!

My temper again rises. There he is, insulting me again. I close my eyes, trying to relax. Kalie! Bear him. Only he can save you. My conscience reminds me and I nod. I open my eyes and plaster a big smile on my face. "Look, mister, whoever you are." I started. "Just a few minutes. All I'm asking is a few minutes."

"No!"

"What the heck, man! Why are you so stubborn?" I groan in frustration. "Okay fine! Lemme use your shower for a bit and I'll go after cleaning myself up."

He looks at me and stays silent for some time as if thinking. Then he nods. "Fine! Then you leave!"

I nod back and say, "Yes!" He steps back and again sits on his bed. "Ah... Can I have something to wear? I promise I'll return it to you tomorrow." I smile sheepishly. He gets up, groans and opening his wardrobe, he gave me a white shirt and jeans. This is strange. He isn't fighting with me anymore. I was planning on hearing again one of his no. Well, good for me.

"Thanks!" I say and go into the attached bathroom. I lock it up and stripping myself, I walk into the shower. I wash the paint off me with soap and take some shampoo from his bottle and wash my hair. "Hmmm. The scent is a good one," I mutter to the light smell of rosemary.

After cleaning myself up, I wear his clothes. The shirt long enough to cover my hips and the jeans too loose for me. I hold on to the jeans and step out of the bathroom. The room was empty, and that guy was nowhere to be seen. With one hand still holding onto the jeans, I step forward towards the wardrobe. Opening it, I search for any kind of belt. The wardrobe was a complete mess as all clothes were dishevelled. I rummage through the pile of scattered clothes. "Found it!" I take out a brown colour belt and tighten my jeans.

Closing the wardrobe door, I take my bag but then stop. "I should just leave the bag here. In case, I get caught," I whisper to myself and then nod agreeing with myself. I push the bag beneath one of the beds.

"I'm leaving now, you jerk!" I shout to the empty room and open the door to leave. As soon as I open it, he was standing there. I get startled seeing him at once. "You scared me. I thought it was Ken," I whisper. That guy keeps standing there and looks at me, not uttering a word. "Hello?" I snap my fingers in front of his face and he shakes his head.

"You are leaving. Good to know," he says and brushes past me. He goes in and closes the door. I look at the closed door, wondering, What happened to him? Well, who cares? I shrug and go to the third floor of the dormitory. The first two floors are for the boys while the third and fourth are for the girls. I open the door and walking in, fall on my bed at once. I am so tired today.

"Where were you for the last three hours?" Jen questions.

"A long story. Some other day. Me gonna sleep. Night," I say and covering my head with a pillow, I fall asleep.

******

"Okay, class. That's for today. Don't forget to look through the different strategies of management." Miss Evelyn - our management teacher - says and dismisses the class.

"So you are saying, you barge into this stranger's room in the middle of the night?"

"Yes, for the tenth time, yes. And can you lower your voice? If someone hears it, it'll be the hot topic of Western Elite."

"Of course, it'll be. The daughter of the city's minister ruined his ex's clothes and then hides in a stranger's room for three hours, and no one knows what happened in there, " Jen says, laughing. "Kal! This will be the breaking news."

"Shut up, Jen!" I roll my eyes at her.

"Oh, by the way. I haven't seen Ken today. I wonder what happened?" Jennifer looks at me and I look back at her, then we both burst out laughing. "Poor boy. He must have taken a leave to go home and get some new stuff," she continues.

"Well, whatever! And for the record, nothing happened between that stranger and me. Besides, we both said we aren't each other type, " I say while getting out of the classroom and towards my locker.

"So, you are saying he said you are not his type? That boy?" Jen asks, acting all shock. "I mean, come on. You are super-famous, you are cool, you are intelligent, you have a damn goddess beauty, and not to forget, you are one of the richest girls in our town. And he still said you are not his type? Wow! Look at his guts."

I laugh at her teasing tone. "Now, you are flattering me. Also, he was not my type as well."

"Aha? Well, how does he look?" Jen asks as I took out my history books from my locker. I shrug. "Dunno."

"What do you mean by you don't know? You spent three fucking hours with him and you don't know?"

I look at her. "Correction. We spent three hours fighting, not checking out each other."

"What's his eyes colour, his hair colour? Is he handsome? Does he have those bad boys like tattoos? Does he look like-"

"Jen! Enough!" I cut her off and closing the locker, I head towards my next class. It's true. I didn't check him out, I didn't even try to look what were his eyes colour or hair or whether or not he was handsome. Last night, I might be looking in his eyes, but all I could see was burning rage in them and then those mocking ways of him telling me, I lose. Maybe his eyes were brown, or maybe they were black. I don't know. I don't remember. All I know is the rage in them. All my mind was occupied with, was his damn rude remarks and Ken and Graver. I wanted to just survive, not to check him out.

"Do you even remember his face?" Jen asks and I shake my head. "No! I don't." I look at her. "Now, I have a class to attend. Bye." I say and went inside the classroom.

"Liar! You remember him all!" I hear Jen shout before she goes. I chuckle. She really likes gossips and hot topics.

Well, she was right. I do remember him. I might have not paid attention to his facial features or his eyes or hair, but I can recognize him at once if I'll see him. He seems like a new student in our college. In my three years of studying here, I haven't met or seen him once. Maybe he is a freshman? But he was too confident to be just a freshman. Well, why do I care? I just have his shirt and pants to return. I'll return them sometime today.

"Class!"

I groaned at Sir Alex's - our history teacher - voice. I have always hated history and because of this; I have been always postponing it as my minor subject. But now, as I am in my last year and need to pass it to graduate, I have no chance but to take it. Ah! I groan.

"Class! Can I have your attention here?" Sir Alex says and the entire class turns their heads towards the teacher. He wasn't a friendly guy. A man in his late forties with half hair grey and light wrinkles on his face. He had a grumpy personality and no doubt, he was still single because of it.

"So, we have a new student in our class. Please stand up and give your brief introduction." The teacher says and I hear a chair pull behind me. All eyes direct him, but I didn't look back. I wasn't interested in whoever the new person was. He must be a new freshman or some other person. I don't care.

"Hello," he says and my ears perk up. This voice seems awfully familiar. I look back and my eyes widen. This voice belongs to him, it is him, the stranger from last night. He was standing tall, looking at the teacher.

"My name is Evan. I'm the new transfer student and I'm majoring in English literature."

"Which year you are in?" Sir Alex asks.

"Last year," he replies. His voice holding no emotion during the whole brief intro of his. His voice plain. It's not rude, not warning, not threatening, not mocking like it was last night. It is not even polite. It is dull, simple plain as if he had done these types of brief intros a lot of time and now, he's tired of it.

"Good to know. Well, what's your full name?" Sir asks, and for a second I feel the veins in his arms twitch. Or maybe they are just my own thoughts.

"Evan," he says, but this time, I feel his plain tune change a bit.

"I mean your full name as in surname too," Sir asks again.

"It's just Evan." I feel his voice and his expression darken a bit. The teacher goes silent and after a minute, he says, "Okay. You may sit."

That stranger - I mean Evan - sits down. He looks at me and I look back at him, surprised. I notice his eyes aren't black or brown. Instead, they are green or more like a fusion of green and blue, but both colours are not mixing well.

"What?" He raises his eyebrows. I shake my head. "Nothing," I whisper and turn my head straight. I don't know why, but by knowing he is behind me, I feel a bit nervous or agitated. Maybe it is the last night's encounter that disturbs me.

I bit my lower lip. So, he is in his last year and he is a transfer student, that's why I haven't seen him before. But now, why it feels like I'll be seeing him a lot?

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Behold! The new cover.

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