Stealing Him

Prologue

"Limerence F. Santiago?"

"Present."

I plugged my earphones to my iPod and played the whole Crybaby album in shuffle. It was the first day of fourth year college so no ones going to be busy, well, except the teachers who'll be accommodating the students. I can't talk to anyone here because I barely knew them. I was actually lucky to be able to enroll this semester even though it was already the last year; just a few more units then I'll have that rolled piece of parchment with a red ribbon tied at the center in my hands.

After exactly five songs on the list, the professor declared that it was the end for our first class. I immediately got up and checked my schedule. I only have 10 minutes to get my d-mned things from the ladies' lockers and the walk from here to my next class was like for 20 minutes so I decided not to bring anything along with me except myself. As I said, it's just the first day of class.

Before entering the doors, I accidentally slammed myself to a man's chest. I pulled away and looked up at a guy who was a few inches taller than me. He had curly and messy brown hair with blonde streaks while his eyes are shouting hazel. Beside him was a guy with almost the same height as his with a messy brunette hair and light brown eyes.

"Done checking us out?" I snapped back to reality when they hazel-eyed guy said.

"What the f-ck?" was the only decent word I could utter at that moment. I can't believe that this one is an airheaded jerk.

"You're obviously checking out, b-tch. Do yourself a favor and get the hell out of my sight."

That's it. No one dares call me a b-tch. I get annoyed easily. It's not one of the things I'll let pass easily. When he was about to walk, I kicked him in his scrotum that he yelped in pain while all other students gasped in horror.

"Serves you right for calling me a bitch, asshole."

I left after saying those parting words and entered my class. I don't really care if their eyes are implanted on me, it's not my fault they want to stare. I know perfectly well why I'm the center of attention, it's because of what I did to that guy outside a while ago. I'm guessing he's a man of repute in this school. But whatever, do I look like someone who cares?

***

It's already 3:45 pm and I was glad I had no more classes after. I strolled down the parking lot with my earphones plugged in. I'm aware that there are billions of eyes following me but as I said, I don't care. As I walked towards my gray Volkswagen, I noticed a tag lying on the floor a few meters away from where I've parked. Being the curious person that I am, I went to check it out and I almost smirked in triumph as I saw the name and the picture placed on the I.D.

"Hiraeth V. Parker"

Nice name for someone who has an arrogant ego and head full of air.

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