He walks like a model, his hair long, dark and curly. He had a gorgeous face and a smile that brightened the room. His eyes were like a forest, I could get lost in them forever. Ugh, everything about him made me hate him.

My name is Morgan, his name is Elliot. We were college students, both going to a school for creative students. I was studying interior design while he was studying photography.

We still had normal core classes, unfortunately I had every one of mine with him.

We had the same calculus class, the same bio, the same history class and literature class. It sucked.

I was heading into bio with my best friend Sydney, when him and his stupid druggie friends walked in behind us.

Of course they had to run right into us, they always had to make an entrance.

I rolled my eyes and sighed "Are you ever not a jackass?" I asked him.

Elliot smirked and didn't say anything before sitting down. Soon after the bell rang, our teacher came into the classroom to start class.

Bio is so boring. I would much rather be in my business class, or one of my art classes.

I hoped to start an interior design business one day. That's why I enjoyed my business class so much.

Finally the bell rang for us to leave, I wasn't one to make a scene, I mostly enjoyed staying out of the spotlight, but after feeling Elliot purposely bump into me again after I told him off about it earlier made me burst.

I threw my bag on the ground and yelled at him from across the hallway.

"Elliot for the last fucking time, would you stop!' I yelled at him.

"Stop what sugar? You don't like it rough?" He smirked at me and continued walking with his friends.

I rolled my eyes. He wasn't wrong I did have a few fantasies of my own but I wasn't about to get into that with him.

He made me so angry sometimes. Sydney rolled her eyes as we walked to class. "What a fucking Jackass" I muttered.