Chapter 2
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Kai’s POV:
“Sorry, but I don’t play with sluts.” I say, pushing her hand away and walking around her before heading towards the stairs.
I hear the girl cursing me from behind, but do I care?
Absolutely not.
She shouldn’t behave like a slut if she isn’t one.
Pushing through people, I get to the stairs and start going upstairs. The moment I reach the second floor, I see the leather jacket and silver hair disappearing around a corner.
I frown as I follow him.
It’s Liam’s party, so what the hell is Hayden doing here?
The rivalry between our two colleges can’t be more f****d up. Even the students don’t get along because let’s be honest Grayswood College is where all the rich and spoiled snobs go to. They don’t have a single decent and mannered bone in their body.
Especially Hayden, he is like the walking disgrace to mankind with that asshole-like face and personality of his.
Their college ranked the top in the country, followed by our Blackwood College. But unlike their college, where politics, money, and power are everything, our college is much better.
Now speaking of the devil, I follow his steps and turn the corner only to come face to face with an empty corridor.
Where did he go?
I narrow my eyes as I look around carefully in case he is hiding, but he is nowhere to be seen.
He must have a motive for coming here. Especially if he is roaming here on the second floor instead of the first floor where the party is going on.
Thud!
I snap my head back and frown as a loud thud comes from the room behind me. I approach the door and grab the handle.
Suddenly, my head spins, and I hold my head, feeling the world spin. My vision slowly starts to become unfocused as I shake my head.
“What the?”
That girl’s face flashes through my mind, and I finally realize what's wrong.
Shit, she spiked my drink.
How could I be so careless?
“f**k!” I curse as I struggle to hold myself steady on my feet.
The door suddenly opens, and I frown as I look at the black shoes.
“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” A deep and very familiar voice says in a mocking tone.
My eyes trail up as I slowly look up his monster like built body before meeting his eyes. His black eyes stare down at me with a nonchalant and cold gaze as he crosses his hands over his chest, leaning sideways against the door frame.
He is a few inches taller than me, but if anything, it always makes me hate him more. Because fucker always looks down on me.
“How did you like my gift? I was thoughtful enough to show the world what a cheating b***h your little girlfriend was .” Hayden says with an arrogant smirk, looking down at me coldly. “Though I gotta say. You have a bad taste, mate. She ain't a good fuck.”
All the rationality and common sense fly out of the window as anger burns my chest, and I grab his jacket before punching him hard enough to send him to the ground.
“You motherfucking bastard. How dare you go after my girlfriend?!” I say, stepping inside and kneeling down beside him before grabbing his collar.
Blood drips from his torn lips, but like an abnormal bastard he is, he grins instead of wincing. “It’s not my fault if you don’t know how to keep your b***h on a leash.”
He pushes me back and sits up in a second before throwing a hard punch to my face.
Pain explodes at the back of my head as I hit the ground, already feeling dizzy, but the pain is the last thing I am thinking about as the bastard actually sits on top of me before punching my face again and again.
“What happened? Got so heartbroken that you even forgot how to fight?” He fists my hair and pulls my head up, making me look into his eyes. His eyes are filled with madness and excitement, but my vision is already getting blurry.
“Why aren’t you fighting back? Come on fight me you little rat.” He snaps against my face like he is offended that I am not fighting him. But coupled with my ringing ears and blurry vision, his voice hits my head like a grade one nuisance, making my head hurt.
“...Up...”
He frowns and leans dangerously close.
“What? What did you just say? Say it again. I said say it again .”He shakes me with his grip on my collar, and the need to f*****g murder someone hits me like a truck.
“I said... shut the f**k up, you bastard!” I fist the back of his hair and crash my lips against his before he can open his mouth and fill my ear with that annoying voice of his.
My consciousness is barely there, and my brain is barely functioning as a taste of smoke and mint explodes in my mouth, giving me a kind of anchor to hold onto as the dizziness subsides for a second.
Feeling the dizziness lessening, I lap onto the plump lips against mine, sucking them, biting them, and devouring them like they are my cure.
Somewhere in the kiss, I lost myself because kissing never felt like this. This is heavenly, this is good, and this is addicting.
That is until a male and deep growl leaves the lips that I am devouring, and my eyes snap open as realization sinks in.
His lips move against mine desperately as his hand fists my hair, pulling close. Until he realizes that I am not responding, and he pauses.
Realization hits us both within a second, and my heart drops.
I find a pair of dark grey eyes glaring at me, and my heart skips a beat as I immediately push him back with everything in me.
The push would have sent a normal person flying to the ground, but he just pulls back a little before getting off of me and standing up.
Our breaths are heavy as our chest raises up and down while we stare at each other without uttering a word.
My brain is still processing what I just did as he glares at me with hatred dripping from his face like lava .“This matter goes out of this room, and I will bury you twenty feet under without a tombstone, Xandros.”
“Same to you, Davenport.” I snap back in the same tone laced with disgust, and he doesn’t waste a second before he walks out with disgust and a murderous look written all over his face.
I hold my head as I think of what just happened.
Did I actually kiss Hayden?
What the f**k is wrong with me?
This can’t be real. This f*****g can’t be.
If this is a dream, then it’s a god damn nightmare.
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