𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐲𝐧

"Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't think about me. Don't even breath in my direction." Akira said before walking away from her. She sighed loudly in exasperation, barely keeping up with his long strides.

After a few minutes he suddenly stopped walking, making her bump into his hard back. He glared down at the white haired girl as he clicked his tongue.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Arsyne. Go bother your other boy toy."

She tilted her head to the side, pouting her plump lips mockingly, bringing his attention to them. "You jealous that I have someone other than you that I can fuck?"

He licked his lips subtly, "No, but I'm embarrassed by your lame attempt at being cute."

Arsyne grinned before walking past him. She glanced back to find him looking at her ass.

"The practice rooms are in the same direction as my class, dick for brains."

•••

Arsyne Zervas. A name that bounced around the halls of the prestigious university; Angel Ridge School of Fine Arts. Whether it be teachers, students or janitors, they all knew who she was.

A 20 year old musician and artist who was well known for being one of the top cellist at ARSFA as well as in Japan.

Arsyne never gave attention to those around her, not because she thought too highly of herself, she was just always focusing on her studies and practicing.

She only had one goal in mind; to always be number one and to never let anything interfere with her goal.

What happens when she has to compete against Angel Ridge's school heartthrob, Akira Saito?

•••

"I'm too old and hungry for this 'you're my enemy' shit."

"Akira, you're 21..." His sister muttered with narrowed brows.

"Exactly. I'm at the age of wanting to destroy my liver every night, not play 'rival' with Arsyne fucking Zervas."

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