A Cruel Lovestory

Chapter 1

"You are still new. It's okay to ask for help," his mother said, patting him on the back as she handed him his school bag.

He mindlessly stared at the hell in front of him as his mother drove off. She had to catch a flight to Dubai for a business meeting.

'Manhattan College-' the large sign next to the dramatically posed fountain. The highschool he had transferred to after living in Korea for most of his life.

After Kỳ's mother adopted him at the age of four he lived in Seoul. For the most part it was great, but his mother had other plans. She thought it would be better if he became a teenager more accustomed to the westernised way of life, so she transferred their entire lives to Manhattan.

He left many friends behind, the memories as well. His life had revolved around where he had grown up, and now he had to adapt to the life of an American teenager. He thought, at first,that it would be hard, and initially it was. He did not know where to go, and not many people wanted to help him.

Thankfully this didn't last long, but it didn't mean anything got better. Maybe slightly, but barely noticeable.

His first day went fine, and so did the few that followed. But as he started to adapt, everyone around him became used to his presence and went back to their old ways. It didn't take long for everyone to grow bored of the nice act for the foreign student.

Of course the bullies started picking on him. They worried about their reputations too much to get physical, but they would pick on him in subtle ways. Bumping him with their shoulder so he would collide with a locker or slightly sticking their foot out so he would trip. It bothered him, but he always ignored his feelings. Going to the principal would only warn them that they needed to quieten down their gossip and watch out for any prefects, but it would not solve the issue. Telling someone - well he had no one to tell. Friends weren't something he wanted out of attending Manhattan College.

This all being his pathetic reality he still did not hate them, the people that bullied him. He felt like he deserved everything he got, and he was not a hateful person, at least he liked to think so.

But there was one person who made him question his entire philosophy. The resident asshole of 'Manhattan College'.

Kezia Adams.

He liked everything done his way. Anything he said made Kỳ's ears bleed and his teeth clench. He was the jock of all jocks. Not only was he obnoxious and hot, but annoyingly smart.

Unbeatable in the classroom, on the field and in any other aspect of a teenage boy's life, Kezia was everything any guy wanted to be, Kỳ included.

Kỳ's face scrunched as he thought too much about Kezia and the sound of nearing footsteps cleared the fog from his view of the school.

"Hi. I'm Kyra. I don't think we've met." A girl held out her hand for him to shake. She was taller than him, much taller.

"Hi Kyra, I'm Kỳ. We haven't met." He took her hand, squeezing it firmly. Her callouses brushed against the back of Kỳ's palm and he clenched his teeth.

Kyra pointed to the large clock above the entrance of the school. "Why don't we walk to class together? English is everyone's first period."

'Just as I was beginning to pity myself for not having spoken to anyone in this damned place for the past week.'

"Okay," he said.

Kyra bumped his shoulder on their way up the stairs and gave him a small smile. She strolled casually into the building smiling at her friends and giving them a quick 'hey.'