"baaaamm!" was the sound that kept ringing in my ears as my gaze fell on a pair of black leather boots.

It took me a while to comprehend the words that came right at me in a cold husky voice, "Do you have a death wish?! Can't you fucking open your eyes and see that someone is parking a car?"

I managed to bring myself together with all the events happening so fast, at that moment and collected my fallen paper sheets, I felt rage building inside me but I didn't say anything.

The owner of the cold voice was a fair, tall guy, he had this intense look of some mafia straight out of an action movie. I am not saying his looks were not appealing but for people around my age his appearance was quite out of the ordinary, platinum gray mullet hair, and a plain white t-shirt with a hooded jacket on. He wore dark eyeliner which made his brown eyes look surreal. I noticed he wore silver-carved rings in his beautiful sleek fingers.

As I took in the view in front of me, he immediately stepped back, hearing a cracking sound of glass-break, just to see my eyeglasses in pieces.

"Umm..I'm sorry, I suppose I must have stepped on them," he said rubbing the back of his neck, "guess you'll be having difficulty in seeing for today," he muttered bluntly, without any remorse in his features.

Now that I was standing eye to eye with that person, I realised he was taller than me. He was gawking at me with those intense eyes for no apparent reason.
"It's alright, I'll manage. I had my laser surgery recently so those were just temporary," I stated as my lips stretched upwards in a smile.

I got my glasses in the middle of secondary school and waited long enough to turn eighteen so as to get my laser done, that was my parents' condition. It was taking me a while to adjust with my makeover so I still carried my glasses around.

I took the broken pair of glasses from the handsome stranger's hands.

I felt his eyes still on me so I took one last glance at him.

"What?"

My 'what' came out a lot more harsher than it should have, as getting almost knocked out and having lashes of words thrown at me from a stranger was not my ideal type of first day.

"You've beautiful eyes," mumbling he stomped out of the parking lot.

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(A/N: Okay guys...so yeah, that's our beginning. I really love this story personally. I had started to pen it down in the break after 10th grade but the lazy ass in me didn't know where to begin.

So, here I am, 2 years fast-forward, really inspired this time to jot down whatever I've in mind, all credits to my bitch Aarch...who also let me tell y'all will be the co-author of the story.

To avoid any possible confusion further, firstly let me clear few things here itself. Okay, so the story takes place in the USA and it does have multinational characters which is clearly mentioned. By saying that, there are NO BRITISH CHARACTERS, but since we're not native American English speakers, we're aware about the language of our writing not matching the conventional native American English, but HEY we can still write though y'know! Also secondly, the story takes place at a UNIVERSITY and NOT COMMUNITY COLLEGE. But the characters live with their parents/at their home and not on campus/in dorms whatsoever, since the location mentioned is of a small city which does not require them to shift their bases on campus.

Having said all of this, it's all a work of fiction and our wild imagination, so please, if it does not really sound realistic or anything, do not take it literally and expect alterations.

After all, we read to escape the shitty reality;)

...so let's get going, shall we? -

Love, Maads<3)