Mr. Anti Romantic

College Heartthrob

He flashes her with a small smile and that made her snap back to her senses. "Thanks . . ." she says, nearly whispering.

"It's okay, I always grab books for midgets like you" he causally utters, sliding his hands into the pockets of his tailored trousers, walking away.

Eyes twitching, the book in her hand falls out of her grip. "He did not just-- . . . what the fuck?!" She exclaimed before covering her mouth with both her hands shushing herself up after realising what she had just did.

All good looking men I've met are all hot but not normal.

"Oh crap . . ." She mumbles under her breath, quietly walking out of the library in embarrassment after gaining everyone's attention.

*

"He's here! He's here! . . ." A girl from the front of the lecture hall yelled out. I snapped my head towards the main entrance finding a tall, young man dressed in all black walk into the hall with his head down, and one hand tight around his sling bag. I couldn't see his face clearly due to his hoodie covering his head and his ebony bangs covering his eyes. But, I some how found his silhouette familiar.

The whole hall echoed with stupid girls screaming and fan girling over some unknown dude. I watched as the guy nonchalantly made his way through, towards the back of the lecture hall, before taking a seat near mine. I turn towards Yuri who was drooling besides me. My brows crush in disgust. "What the hell?" I utter as I tap on her shoulder, awakening her.

"Y-yeah?" She stutters confusedly.

You shake your head and bring your attention ahead of you, realising that the professor had already arrived. Not even 20 minutes into the lesson, the professor had already stopped his lecture around seven times due to immature animals screaming out of no where just by landing the gaze onto the dude besides me.

Ugh . . . I wanna disappear into thin air.

The class went on and as I was trying to focus, I heard someone calling my name.

"Y/n . . ." You hear a deeper voice whisper. Your brows knit in confusion and look around for the owner of the voice. "Can I borrow a pen" you realise it was the guy next to you talking as he raised his voice a bit, making it clear to who was calling you in the midst of whispers and noise. My attention averts towards him, finding him already looking my way.

Eyes widening like two sauce pans after realising who it was i murmur "NO" loud enough for the whole class to look back at me.

"Why not" he asks, an arrogant smirk creeping up his face.

"Sharing is caring" he continues.

"Yeah, but not under this circumstance—" you say, turning away from him. The next second, your pencil case disappeared from your sight.

"Give it back" you say, trying to not yell and make it obvious.

"Nope . . ." He replies childishly.

"I beg your pardon?" You say, looking at him full of annoyance.

"Then beg . . ." His voice turns deeper yet quieter. I hear him clearly, wanting to punch his immature ass.

You hear him heave a sigh.

"Fine . . . But I'm gonna take a pen first" he says, rummaging through my things. He then grabs a pen from my pencil case before chucking it back towards my desk. "What a jerk" you muffle, zipping your pencil case close.

*

A large crowd filled the cafeteria as a scene started in the midst of it. You were sitting on a table alone with your AirPods in, minding your own business. Although you were listening to music, you were still aware of what's happening around you.