Mr. Anti Romantic

A college of jerks

Y/n walks towards the drivers side of the car and starts knocking on the tinted windows aggressively. "You did that on purpose didn't you?!" She yells as the windows roll down slowly.

"Yes, I did. What are you gonna do? Kill me?" The familiar voice speaks as the window fully rolled down. The man dressed in all black slides of his black sunglasses before resting his elbow on the open window. As her blood boiled, thinking of how she didn't get her revenge from last time, her hands turns into fists but she restrained her self from going angry. Exhaling, she says "I would kill you but I don't wanna go to jail just yet" with that, she walks away towards the side walks which leads towards her University.

Smirking, he presses his foot on the accelerator and takes a right turn. Driving at the slowest speed as possible his car was now matching her speed. "Never new you went to this university" he says and she scoffs. "I wish you will forever be clueless that I even study here" she said back and fastens her walking pace. He does the same with his car just to catch up, he didn't care about the traffic and beeping horns behind him. "Want a lift?" He asks and she stops walking. He presses the breaks while checking the cars from behind him with his rear mirror.

"No, I don't. Can you leave me alone?" She says annoyed before continuing her journey towards the college entrance.

"Ungrateful" He says, stepping on the accelerator before driving into the University parking lot.

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"Y/n!" A sweet voice called from behind her as she was packing her stuff since the lecture had just finished. "What?" She looks back finding her friend, Yuri walking towards her. As Yuri approached Y/n excitedly she starts speaking again. "Have you heard that the college's heartthrob is changing classes?" She asks, waiting for an answer. Y/n shakes her head, uninterested.

"Rumours said that he's moving into our class. He's a medicine student too" Yuri said, hoping that Y/n would be somewhat interested but she just hummed in reply. Walking away from her seat, she makes her way towards the exit. Yuri hurriedly followed behind her. "Don't tell me that you don't know who he is . . ." Yuri said with a shocked expression while catching up.

"I don't know who he is and I don't wanna know. I'm hungry, let's go and grab some food" Y/n said nonchalantly while pulling her hoodie over her head while securing her hold of her backpack around her shoulder.

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Entering the University cafeteria, squealing, crying and screaming fangirls we're all crowded towards one side of the hall. Y/n looked back to find Yuri but within a second a figure rushed past her towards the crowded site. Y/n sighs and shakes her head before heading to grab a tray and some food for herself.

The food looks so unappetising today . . . She thought, eyes wondering around and around, looking at the same food. Heaving a deep sigh, she puts down her tray and makes her way out of the cafeteria.

Deciding to study for a while, she enters the huge college library. High rise ceilings and dark academia aesthetics furnished the library. She removes her hoodie from her head and walks into a tall isle of books. Eyes glittering as she looks around she stops at a appealing and interesting looking novel.

'A lonely soul'

She thought as she read the title of the book which is printed on the spine. The book was placed safely on a really high shelf level. Getting on her tip toes, she reaches for the book. He hand was like 20 centimetres away. "Dammit" she curses under her breath. "I'm so fucking short" she whispers to herself, complaining about her 5'4 tall self.

Not giving up, she tries again, but she failed to get in reach. Just as she settles her foot, flat onto the ground and turned around to leave, a tall figure overshadows her small one. She watched as the mysterious man reached over her while standing so close to her. Looking down flustered, she wished to leave the spot immediately. A hand reached towards her level and she found the book she wanted in the guys big, slim looking hands. She was about to shift away from the side when he grabs her arm gently, stopping her from doing so.

"Take it" a rich and jovial baritone voice was heard as he spoke. She takes the book and looks up, searching for his face. Her jaw dropped slightly for a moment in awe. A well dressed man in a white shirt, layered with a brown V necked vest, creamy beige coloured tailored pants with white sneakers stood in front of her with the most beautiful posture and ethereal facial features ever.

He's a mother fucking piece of art, who let him out of the museum . . .

He flashes her a small smile and that made her come back to her senses. "Thanks . . ." She says quietly.

"It's okay, I always grab books for midgets like you" he says casually before sliding his hands into his pockets, walking away.

Eyes twitching, she drops the book. "Oh he did not just- . . . What the fuck?!" She whispers in shock.

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