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"Come on Seth, I have this one friend who seems to be your type"

"I have my next class now Jules, I'll meet her later."  I replied uninterestingly

I had to rush to my next class since the professor was a terror, but Jules suddenly pulled me back away. She must have known that I just broke up with my ex-girlfriend. We only lasted 2 weeks and yet Jules still pushes me towards other girls.

"She really likes you Seth. Atleast meet up with her at the cafe beside school after class." Jules said with disdain in her voice.

Having classes with the most boring teacher gave me a chance to reflect on myself. I kept on thinking when will my life become colorful, and when my monotonous life will find it's purpose. Ever since I left to study for college in the city, I've been exposed to every clichè thing a college student faced whether it be booze, sex or the city's night life. Ever since that, it's like my life has become black and white. I have to say it, but i guess I've been living my life in noir.

"MR. ALTAR, since you have been daydreaming since the start of class then I guess you can answer my question!"

I shrugged. I forgot that my Professor was like this.

"Who is the only olympian to have not been borne by Hera?"

"The Greek Goddess of wisdom and War, Athena. She was born straight out of Zeus' head fully clothed in armor." I said as a matter of factly

"Your status as a top student is not just for show. You may now be dismissed!" My Prof said proudly and so I left the room rushing towards the cafe since I was running 10 minutes late.

Walking in the streets outside the university, it is unavoidable to see couples. I've never thought about loving someone as much as I loved my exes. They never did matter to me. It was always flings or one night stands but nine has ever lasted long. So I wondered how the girl Jules wanted me to meet will be since the girls she introduces me to are actually pretty.

I was pondering on about my loveless life until I suddenly heard a loud thud followed by a somewhat loud noise that people make when slammed against the wall. As curious as I was, I had this uneasy feeling. The feeling that you get when someone was being kidnapped or was being stolen from creeped up on me and the next thing I knew I was heading towards the commotion.

What the f.ck am I doing?

Peeping through the alley, I saw three people fighting it out. It was quite obvious that the two troll looking guys were ganging up on the other one but their opponent was overpowering the two. I could see how his sweat dripped from his face down to the ground. His shirt stained red with blood was clinging unto his body, revealing his broad shoulders and well defined body. His punches were smooth, yet so deadly as it found its mark, knocking one out cold.

"Is that the best you can do? C'mon Renz, make this harder for me!"

The troll looking guy scowled and gave him a glare, "F.ck you Marcel! The boss will catch you soon. The boss knows every inch of this city so you better hide now.".

"Shut up Renz, I never told you to talk."

Another punch flew in the air and splashes of red covered his hand. I stood there watching how his muscles flexed while cleaning of the blood. I couldn't help but stare as the two trolls finally stood up and left running in the opposite direction. He paced around the area until he finally turned to where I was standing. Our eyes met and locked.

Why cant I move?

He paced towards me, with a huge smile in his face. No sign of irony nor mishief was present, but I can feel the genuineness of his smile. I felt my face growing hotter and soon I saw my life in red.