Kalie's POV.

"The Great War known as World War 1 lasted from 28 July 1914 to 11 November 1918. It was originated in Europe and lasted for 4 years and-"

There is Sir Alex talking - continuously - about how and why the deadliest war occurred. Wasn't that way before our parents or even our grandparents' birth? Why we need to study this and not to mention memorize all the dates too. I get it, the war happened, many got killed and all that stuff but now do they want us to go to the past or like save that all from happening? Or are they training us to start a new war because right now, I can start one with him. The way he is talking at a snail's pace while trying to get as loud as possible, is not allowing me to concentrate or drift my mind to somewhere else.

"Are you listening?!!!" He shouts and bangs the book on the table, making us flinch for the fifth time. Exactly, he is doing this after every ten minutes for the past sixty minutes, not allowing me to at least have a slight peace of mind.

I am glaring at that history book in his hand and he is swaying it in the air while explaining something. My eyes moving along with the book's movement, having the urge to grab it and throw it out the window or shred it into pieces. Tiny paper pieces.

"That's all for today. And Kalie," he calls my name and my eyes move from the book in his hand to his old wrinkled face. "Stop with your glares!" He bangs the book again on the table, making me flinch at once again. I hate him. It's official, I hate my history professor.

"I was not glaring!" I lie while giving him a forced smile and standing up. I grab my stuff and step forward.

"Did I say you are dismissed?"

"I have a class to attend." I give my same forced smile and heads out before he can say anything again.

I hear the class laugh a bit as I step out and hear him growl something. I didn't look back and walk down the hall. I am not one of those students who get scared by a teacher's growl or a teacher's little threat. I had the right to step out once the lectures end. For God's sake, I am in college not in some high school.

"What an old geezer!" I mumble to myself. With long strides, I move through the hallway, around the library and into the dormitory hall. I climb up the stairs to the third floor and go straight to my room. That old geezer had drained my energy out and now I cannot take two more lectures. I plop on my bed after throwing the bag on the study table.

"Argh!" I groan in my pillow as I bury my head into it. My mind drifts to the boy who was sitting behind me. Evan. Just Evan. So my saviour - no, correct that - not my saviour, my offender is an English major. I wonder why he transferred in the last term. Do they even allow transferring at the end of the college years? Why come here? Maybe he's some rich man's son and that's why he was all acting mighty and arrogant yesterday. He even got the guts to fight with me and on top of that insult me. Either he's some arrogant ass heir or he doesn't know who he was standing against.

"I need to return his clothes," I mutter to myself while getting up. I take the shirt, those jeans and that belt out from my closet. "Shall I have them wash or return it like this?" I wonder. "It's not like I wore them for a long time. I only slept in them."

I look at them and then bringing it close to my nose, I sniff. Rosemary. Well, I don't want to wash the odour off. I like the smell, the scent of his shampoo.

"Well, let's skip the washing," I mutter. I can ask the maid to wash it when I'll visit home this weekend but that will be too late. I shall return it today.

I toss them back in the closet and look at the time. The hour hand in the middle showing twelve in the noon. I wonder, is he in a class or is he free right now? I didn't get the chance to thank him - no, no, not thank him. Why will I thank him? He had insulted me enough and not to forget how he tried to throw me out. I guess we are even now so, no thank you. I'll just hand him his clothes and return. Yup! Let's do this.

The ringing of the phone fills the room. I rummage through my jacket and pull it out. The name Scumbag flashes on the screen. I rolled my eyes in disgust and pressed the decline button. I put it back in my jacket's pocket but the ringing starts again the next moment. I ignored.

I step out of my room and lock the door while my phone continues to scream with my ex-boyfriend calls. I take it out and declining his call, I dialled Jen's number.

"Do you wanna go to a mall? I am bored," I ask the moment she picks up.

"Maybe sometime in the evening? I have two more classes to take."

"Can't you just skip them?" I groan. I climb down the stairs and towards the main hall. "Sorry, Kal! I am already re-taking them. You know I was ill last week."

"Fine!" I mutter and cut the call. I am so bored right now. I am not in a mood to take a class or to scroll down my Instagram account. Maybe I shall watch a movie or read some books.

"Kalie!"

I stop mid-way on hearing the voice. Anger starts to build inside me along with disgust. I hate him. Although I did take a little revenge but I want more. I want to do something bad, something worse to him. I want him to regret.

I decide not to turn around and continue to walk down the hall. I am ignoring him as long as I can.

"Kalie!" I hear him call my name followed by a hand on my arm stopping me from moving forward. I purse my lips and take in a deep breath.

"Listen to me!" He orders and I hate it. I hate how he orders as if I am his slave or like he owns me. I plaster a big grin on my face and turn to face him.

That well-built body covered with black leather jeans and a tight white shirt - showing off his muscles - along with that blonde hair combed back plus the perfectly sculptured face of his. This can be a sight to drool over if not for what he did to me a week ago. I will have admired his cool hot posture if not for the hatred that I am having. I hate this man now. I am surprised - okay, not that surprised - on how soon he was back. I thought I won't be seeing him for quite a few days but I also knew deep down that he'll be renewing his wardrobe in a short time. Maybe I should have made him bald or hire someone to break some of his teeth. That way, he would have been gone for a long time.

"What the fuck! Answer me!" He growls and I look at his blue orbs.

"Do I know you?" I ask and give a big smile. His eyebrows furrow and he looks at me with furious eyes.

"You are the one that ruined my clothes." He is not asking or telling me. He is imposing it on me, as if sure that it was me. Well, of course, it was me and I enjoyed it, you dumbass!

I control the laughter threatening to escape my lips. If he thinks, he is scaring me by holding me by my arm and glaring at me while shouting, then he is dead wrong. I rake my eyes around the hall to see some students watching us while some just passing by. A few muttering while some smirking. Well, this is indeed the biggest show of Western Elite. The two stars which were once called made for each other are giving a free ticket to the entertainment.

"Are you being delusional?" I look at him as if he's gone crazy and tries to free my hand.

"I don't know you. I think you got the wrong person." I grit my teeth and jerk my hand away. He glares at me while I smile at him. I turn around ready to leave. A satisfied smirk on my lips. I take a step forward but at once, I'm pinned to a wall. "Fuck!" I growl, wincing at the pain. Ken's body is pinning me against the wall while his eyes are burning deep with rage. At once, his lips claim mine in a brutal kiss. His lips moving roughly as if trying to tell who the boss is. My eyes widen by his sudden action. My stomach turning upside down in disgust. I wonder, how many girls had these lips kissed. The same disgusting lips that were once on the school's nerd Alicia and then that party bitch Hana. I did let him slide the first time saying he was drunk and mistook her for me but not the second time. He wasn't drunk, he didn't mistake her for me. He kissed her, made out with her because he wanted a change of experience, a change in the girl. Now, he gets the guts to kiss me with the same shitty lips of his? Not any more.

I open my mouth and I sense his lips turn into a smirk. "That's good, baby. Kiss me back," he whispers trying to deepen the kiss. Kiss you back? My pleasure.

I open my mouth and bite his lips before his tongue can make its way inside my mouth. I bite his lower lip between my teeth unless I sense the metallic taste of his blood inside my mouth.

"Fuck you, bitch!" He growls in pain as he let me go and hold on to his bleeding lip.

"Oh, now I remember. You are Ken Jasper!" I act as if just realizing now. "Oh, I remember I dumped you a week ago." I step closer to him. He was holding his bottom lip which was bleeding. His eyes ready to kill me. "Bitch. I-"

Before he can complete his sentence, I cut him off. "Ken! My dear ex. If you thought I'll be one of those girls who'll cry her heart out and shed tears on some scumbag like you, you're wrong. Wake up! I don't cry for shit heads like you. But," I pause and glare at him. "I might be the one to make you cry." I end my threat with a smile and give him a wink. I hear someone whistle while some students rushing towards Ken to help him.

"Fuck off!" He yells at them, pushing them away. "Kalie! You made a huge mistake. I'll make you regret this." He threatens and I shake my hand. "I'll be looking forward to it, baby," I smirk at him and turning around, start to head where I was going earlier - before all this drama.

Now, I feel at peace. This was something that I wanted. I wanted to make a fool out of him in front of the college. I wanted him to regret. I wanted him to know whom he had messed with. We were in a relationship for one whole year and I got to know, in this one whole year, he had played around with five different girls. I mean, that's two girls less than his year record. The poor boy had to resist due to our relationship. So, I made him free.

I walk into the cafeteria to eat something. I stand at the counter and look through the coffee menu. Today is a hectic day for sure. First, I barely survived through history class and then the drama with Ken. It's not even a day yet and my energy is close to zero. I need something sweet and bitter. I want coffee.

"A cup of espresso with a double shot and whipped cream," I give my order, handing the money. The boy, who looked like in his early twenties noted it. "Wait two minutes, please." He smiles at me and I nod. His smile reaching his chocolate-brown eyes and a few strands of his black hair sticking out of his working cap. I haven't seen him work here before. Must be a new employee. Well, he seems a bit younger than me.

"I'll be sitting there." I motion towards the empty table at the left corner close to the window. He nods with the same smile. I smile back and head towards the table. As I am going to pull the chair, another hand pulls it out and sits on it. I look at him shocked.

"Excuse me, I was going to sit here first." I try to be polite. He looks at me and my eyes met his green ones.

"Ah, Miss Not-my-type." He acknowledges me, making me roll my eyes.

"It's Kalie Wilson," I say while folding my arms in front of my chest. "And I was going to sit here."

"Well, too late. I sat down first," he retorts in a plain tune - free of any kind of emotion. He sips from his cup and starts to look out of the window - ignoring me. I glance at his cup filled with some sort of shake. My hand itching to hold it and empty its content on his head. I know he did it on purpose. He must have seen me pointing here and took it before I was about to sit.

"Here's your coffee." I hear a voice and look to my left to see the same boy from the counter holding a cup of coffee in a tray. I look around the cafe to see for any vacant table but to my dismay, all were full.

"Thanks." I smile at the boy and taking the tray, I place it on the table.

I look around for an empty chair and see one at the table close to ours.

"Hi there! Can I have this chair?" I ask the blonde hair girl who is sitting with her boyfriend holding his hand.

"Yeah sure."

"Thanks." I smile and grab the vacant chair from the near table and place it in front of Evan. I sit down and sip through my coffee.

He looks at me, his eyebrows furrow and I shrug. He groans and then rolled his eyes. He stands up, grabs her shake and leaves, leaving me all shocked.

Now, what did I do?

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