She started walking toward the block, a little nervous but intrigued.
So many first-years... how am I supposed to find my classmates in this crowd?
Suddenly, a girl and boy approached her, looking just as lost..
“Hey, do you know where the Arts Block is?” they asked.
“Oh! First-year Fine Arts?” Ishana asked.
“Yes, we are. You too?”
“Yes! I’m Ishana. And you guys?”
“I’m Lucky.”
“I’m Min.”
“Nice to meet you, Lucky and Min.”
Out of nowhere, a motorbike roared through the entrance.
It zoomed in fast—too fast—and passed dangerously close to Ishana. The rider wore black jeans and a black jacket, a sleek helmet hiding his face. He skidded to a stop just ahead of them.
“Hey! Who the hell—” Ishana exclaimed.
“Don’t, Ishana! He looks like a senior,”
Lucky warned quickly.
The rider removed his helmet, flipped his messy hair back with one hand, and looked up casually.
Girls nearby screamed.
“So handsome…”
“OMG, he’s so hot!”
“Who is that?!”
Within seconds, a crowd of girls swarmed him, gushing over his looks.
Ishana, Lucky, and Min watched from a distance.
“Ishana, look at that guy. He’s seriously good-looking,” Min whispered.
Ishana scoffed. “Not at all.”
“Oh really?” Min teased.
She just smiled. And said “You guys want to be late on the first day?”
“Nope!”
“Then let’s go.”
They walked off, the mysterious biker still surrounded by admirers.
“Heyyy Luke!” someone called.
Luke Hazel.
That was his name—though hardly anyone knew his surname.
“Hey Sage,” Luke replied, and walked away with him.
Finally, the trio reached their class.
“Oooh Ishana, our seniors are so hot!
But that biker... OMG, deadly handsome,” Min gushed.
“Not just Arts—every department has lookers,” she added.
“So, Ishana, what do you think? What department is that guy from?” Min asked.
“Him? Hmm... Engineering, I’d guess.”
“Yeah, I think so too,” Lucky nodded.
Min agreed.
“Anyway, we’re early. Let’s check out the campus,” Min suggested.
They all agreed and started exploring.
As they strolled, they saw Luke again.
He was leaning against a wall, surrounded by even more girls now.
Min practically lost her breath.
“Small, beautiful eyes... OMG his lips, messy hair, those veiny hands... black shirt, black jeans... that jacket—Ishana! He’s totally my type,” Min gushed like she’d seen a K-drama lead.
“Heyyy Min...”
Suddenly, someone spilled water on Luke’s jacket.
“What the f***?!” he shouted, furious.
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Mafia's Passionate Secrets
Short Story"In the shadows of power, love ignites. But in a world of secrets and lies, can four couples survive the darkness that surrounds them?"
