Everyone in their mother knew Sylvester Stone was the campus bad boy. He had a wolf tattoo on his left chest and was always dressed in leather jacket and jeans. His neck is adorned with a chain necklace with a cross pendant and he has three piercings on each of his ears with an addition of a tongue piercing. His hair was always combed back and slick with hair gel. His body was perfectly sculpted, he spends five days a week, two hours each at the gym.
His eyes were blue his gaze was sharp and piercing, and most women would do whatever it took to date him even just for the day.
He had the bad boy aura that somehow made him even more attractive than he already was. And being the son of a wealthy lawyer he easily gained a pass code for his behavior, so far he had not caused any trouble involving the police so they still tolerated him.
He was not stupid either, rebellious, yes, but definitely not stupid.
Yet what people did not know what the bad boy had another side of him he did not show to anyone but a woman.
Margaret Spencer. The Campus Nerd.
It all began on the first day of college when Sylvester bumped into Margaret on the hallway. She was carrying a pile of book, back then she supported a shoulder length hairstyle with a bang, wearing he beige cardigan and a pair of tailor pants, and added a thick glasses on she looked like a complete nerd.
All of her books fell down on the floor. She silently picked them up but Sylvester put his hand on her shoulder when she was on the ground.
"Don't you know you're supposed to apologize ?" Sylvester said in a low tone. Margaret remained silent. The boy was the one who bumped to her, there was literally an empty spot when she walked but he decided to walk in her direction. She knew from the laughter of his friends on the background he was probably just trying to make fun of her. She had remembered the last boy who tried to make fun of her in high school. That time she gave him a lesson so bad he did not dare to even talk to her again. In her eyes, Sylvester Stone was no different. He was just another bad boy who was trying to mock her.
It's not worth it, Margaret she thought to herself. She moved her hand to pick another one of her book and he stepped on her. He literally put his feet on top of her palm and he put a bit of pressure on it.
That's it
Margaret lost her patience, if he thought he could further humiliate her, he was wrong
Dead wrong
With a speed of lightning she stood up and grabbed his shoulder, then moving her arms and with a swing throwing him into the ground. Sylvester was a 5"11 man with enough muscle but she had thrown him as if he was made out of feather. Of course, Sylvester was taken aback by this. Never in his life had a woman ever treated him that way. He kept himself on the floor, staring up at her with an idiot, and for a brief second he could see fire in her eyes, she removed her glasses and looked down at him. She was really tempted to step on his chest the way he stepped at her hand but his friends already looked shocked by the sight, maybe they did not expect him to go that far, or she to have that much strength.
She picked up the last book on the floor and walked away from him. His friends approached him and asked him if he was fine. Yet he was still staring at Margaret.
At the moment, something crept out from Sylvester's mind, he was feeling something he had never felt before. A curiosity, an interest, a spark of emotion he could not express in word.
Ever since that day he had secretly followed her, sometimes he would pretend to walk pass her but he just wanted to see her. He would even visit the library, a place he never stepped a foot on before just to see her. Both of them were law students, although Sylvester only got there because his parents forced him too, but for the first time he felt like it wasn't so bad, because during class he would get to see her. He did not know what sort of spell she had put on him but ever since she threw him on the ground he had been wanting to get close to her.
