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"What did you just say?! I dare you to say that again!"

Upon hearing my new best friend's cold and menacing voice, the fake blonde shrieked visibly.

"But she is....." one of her pink and copper haired disciple cut in.

They reminded me of unicorns, cotton candies and amusement park.

Pathetic.

Stephanie sent her a glare, an action which made me wonder why were they not dead yet.

"Listen to me very carefully," her voice was laced in a cold warning, "Neither her eyebrows look like a fucking caterpillar, nor she is a fat pig. If you ever call her names, again, I'll rip your nails off one by one, pluck out your fake hairs and rip your eyes off! So, BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH AND FUCKING GROW UP!"

"K...Kendra, w-we should... " the pink haired girl cut in, visibly shaking.

The girl, however, whose name I was assuming was Kendra, twirled around before her disciple could finish the sentence and ran off, her three 'companions' following her.

They should receive an award for running in those 6 inch stellios.

"COWARDS!" Stephanie yelled after them, snapping her fingers.

I sighed as I saw people giving glances at our ways, "That was unnecessary, Steph."

"Whatever," She only shrugged in response "See ya' later." She waved and went to her classroom.

I was left alone again.

As I proceeded towards my classroom- I noticed a man leaning on a pillar in the hallway.

A very, very, very handsome man to be exact.

He was smirking at my way and was smoking a cigarette.

As I met his gaze, a bolt of electricity ran through my body. He had the most intense green eyes I had ever seen.

He was tall, almost a foot taller than me. His sharp 5 o' clock jaw ticked as his stare alone continued wrecking havoc in my heart.

He looked like a sin, wrapped up in a package.

His lip piercing and a tattoo on his neck completed his bad boy look.

When my gaze fell back on his lips, he wasn't smirking anymore.

He was grinning, ear to ear.

And that's when I realized, I just fuelled his probably already massive ego by checking him out.

"It's rude to stare, you know. You should greet me." he finally spoke, breaking the tension, his eyes were shining with amusement.

"Do I know you?" I asked in confusion.

I heard him murmur something under breath, something like 'you should' but he concealed his chauvinistic comment by sweetly smiling and shaking his head.

Something was definitely wrong. Or else, why would a narcissus person, a good looking narcissus person, would be interested in initiating small conversations with me?

I only shrugged and ignored him, proceeding towards my classroom.

He seemed dangerous and I should stay away from him.
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"Do you really have to do this job?" Stephanie whined, pouting like a 5 year old.

"You know this is important for me, don't you, Steph? It took a lot of persuasion and then Mr. Ruther gave me this job. I need to support myself." I drew out the facts, taking another glance at my schedule.

"But you can work on weekends!" she tried to reason.

"Its not sufficient, you know that. Now stop whining! Let me do my work and I will be back at nine, okay?" I asked hopefully.

After sulking a bit more, she murmured an unwilling 'okay' and went to her next class. I sighed as I entered the dorm in charge's office.

"Mr. Ruther!" I called out to the middle aged man who was busy scribbling something. Upon hearing my voice he looked up and his frown softened.

"Ms. Haron, I promised you a job. But unfortunately, I had forgotten that I had completed the report by myself the previous week." he exclaimed in an apologetic tone.

"Does that mean.... " I whispered.

"No! No, Ms. Haron, I have arranged a job for you, but it's not with me. It's with the librarian, Ms. Donnie. She was asking for a helping hand yesterday and I think you are perfect for that job." He finished, giving me a reassuring smile.

I smiled back, saying, "Okay, Mr. Ruther, I will take the job."

"I should warn you, Ms. Donnie can be a little lesser than friendly. " he said, awkwardness visible on his face.

"Don't worry! I've dealt with worse." I gave him a final glance, making my way out of his office, "Have a nice day, Mr. Ruther!"

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"This is worse." I groaned as I arranged the 25th shelf. I felt like banging my head against these half torn books for accepting this job.

"Ms. Harrison! ARE YOU TAKING A BREAK? Because if you are, I will be more than happy to fire you and hire another person!" Ms. Donnie yelled.

Its a library, right? So, why is she yelling? Is she even allowed to do that? And for the thousandth time It's Haron, not fucking Harrison!

"Okay, I'm doing it Ms. Donnie!" I gritted my teeth as I arranged the last shelf.

"I am going outside for a while, keep an eye on the readers, got it?" she narrowed her eyes.

"Yes mam!" I mocked her but I guess she didn't understand.

"Good, I'll be off then," she said as she excused herself. I sighed.

"Okay, so, we have to find shelf 15 and section 36." I mumbled to myself, "And that should be- woah!" I stared dumbfounded at the top section.

It had to be at least 7 foot high! How was I supposed to reach there?!

I looked around for any high object that could help me, but I found none. After a bit of searching, my gaze fell on a stack of papers.

This is it! Oh my god, I am a genius!

I gathered the papers and stood on it, hoping to reach the top. I did a mental dance when I was successful at my attempt.

When I was arranging the last book, I felt the papers slipping out.Before I knew anything, I was falling. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the impact, but it never came.

Instead, I felt a pair of strong, warm arms holding my form tightly.

Cautiously, I opened one of my eyes and took a peek at my saviour.

I only saw a pair of emerald green eyes staring back at me. I pursed my lips tightly and slowly opened both of my eyes. His arms tightened around me in a vice grip. Our approximate position made me shiver.

I saw the gorgeous male from earlier. I took in his eyes, his high cheekbones, his plumpy lips. I examined him, like a shameless woman. My gaze stayed on his lips. They looked so soft and kissable.... and those subtles.....his piercing....

I saw that amused gleam in his eyes, again.

Oh shit! I was staring again!

I gasped loudly, this was bad, very bad.

Stupid Kiara.

"Do you gasp for absolutely no reason all the time? Or is it an occasional thing?" he spoke, breaking the silence.

"I- I..." I tried to reply, but I couldn't think of a smart comeback. This was humiliating.

"Don't I at least deserve a 'thank you'? A hearty 'Thanks' would suffice as well." he smirked.

"Th-Thanks." I stuttered like the idiot I was.

Oh come on! He is only a male!

"A sinfully gorgeous male," my subconscious corrected me.

He still had that smirk on his face. A smirk which reminded me of a victorious man.

He was smirking like as if he won something.

"You do remember me right?" his deep baritone snapped me out of my little thoughts, "Why do I have a feeling that you have forgotten me?"

"Uh, I beg your pardon?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Forget it." he looked annoyed now.

We just stood there in awkward silence.

A while later, he took out a piece of paper and extended it to me, "Here," he urged me to take it and so I did. When I opened the piece of crumbled paper, I saw a phone number written in a neat handwriting.

"This is my phone number," noticing my shocked state, he explained, " If you are really thankful, call me."

"Whoa, whoa, wait there! I don't even know your name! Why on earth would you give me YOUR phone number?" I shot when I regained my composure.

"So, you don't remember Sinn? Pity." he said, rather arrogantly.

"You are Sinn? The one who-"

"Helped you? That's me, Kia." His smirk grew wider, which made me uncomfortable. Suddenly, his phone rang and he frowned at the caller ID.

"I guess that's my cue to leave," he twirled and proceeded towards the door, but, not before whispering into my ear, "Call me, Kiara."

I watched dumbfounded as he left. What the hell was that?!

Why did he want me to call him?

I mean, he was a gorgeous male specimen and I was, well....Me.

Something seemed wrong and I could feel it.

Then why did it feel right at the same time?

I sighed, as I scanned the paper. I folded it neatly and kept it in my pocket.

And suddenly, I was feeling nervous and scared at the same time.
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