♥ Chapter 2 ♥

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"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥."

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on my bedroom door

I groan in annoyance and rub the sleep from my eyes when the knocking only starts to get louder.

"I'm fucking coming, shit," I shout to the person but the knocking only continues

I yank my bedsheets off me, spring out of bed and march towards the door ready to yell at whoever is knocking.

"What?!" I seethe as I swing open my door to see that girl that showed me my room

She jumped at the anger in my voice but then her eyes widen and she blushes as she takes in my shirtless body and dark curly hair falling onto my forehead.

"I-um forgot to tell you that you have to go to the dean's office to get your schedule, go over rules and get your uniform," she said while staring at my pecs intensely

"Okay, thanks?" I arch my brow at her and lean onto the doorframe when she continues to gawk at me

"Sorry" she blushes brightly before waving and turning on her heel and leaving

I chuckle and shake my head at that girl being so flustered at the mere sight of me and then I close my door and walk towards my mirror.

My tired blue eyes were looking back at me in the mirror and I raised my hand to run my fingers through my messy curls to try and tame the mess.

My body was muscular and toned from endless days and nights at the gym and boxing back home.

My abs tightened with every breath I took and my muscles rippled at even the smallest movements I made.

My eyes ran over the tattoos going all the way down my right arm and onto my hand and then to the writing I had for my mother on my rib cage.

"Time may pass, but not one day goes by that my mother isn't in my heart. The day she died is not just a date on a calendar, it was the day my very existence changed forever."

My fingers ran over the ink etched into my skin and my heart clenched tightly at the memory of my mama.

I shake my head to get rid of those thoughts and sighed as I headed in to have a shower so I could head down to the dean's office.

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