ARES

"Can I help you?" I ask with annoyance in my voice.

"Can I take you out to dinner?" a man asks.

I can't help the laughter that rumbles through my chest, shaking my head at him.

The man grabs me roughly, screaming in me face "You think you're the shit walking around here, half naked like the tease you blackies are!"

I was about to clap back when suddenly the man was shoved to the floor. Swiftly turning my head, I saw (honestly the last person I thought would come to my defense), on top of the man, punching him repeatedly.

My assulter got the man off of him, holding his nose as he stood up.

"What the fuck man I think you broke my nose!" the prick said.

"If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again, a broken nose is the last thing you'll ever worry about."

The guy looked up at my "boyfriend" and looked in love. "Holy shit, you're that soccer guy at UCLA, Ares Galanis, right?" the guy said again.

"Why don't you leave before I break something else of yours, huh?" Ares told the guy. Just like that, he was gone.

"I didn't need your help, but thanks anyways." I told him.

He looked down at me, rolling his eyes. "Well you're little scene interrupted my workout." he turns around and continues his workout.

I rolled my eyes at his attitude, but I let it slide.

***

Clio Castillo, a sassy, witty, and sarcastic afro-latina that knows her way around the streets of big cities and the sheets of a bed. Her usual, promiscuous self, later stopped her scandalous nights with men stopped when she had an unfortunate encounter with a group of them. After her encounter, she dedicated herself to her studies at UCLA, while also maintaining her soccer training.

Ares Galanis, your nonchalant boy with tattoos on him, and eyes that bring a woman to her knees. Dedicated to school and soccer, he doesn't let himself get distracted, not anymore. A complicated past and severe trust issues later, Ares finds himself the soccer co-captain at UCLA, his dream school since his childhood.