Alex pov
“Andrian!”
His name rolled out of my mouth so smoothly that I cringed, backing away in fear, away from him. There stood the tormentor of my life. He was wearing ripped baggy blue jeans, with a polo top, that had a skull image boldly imprinted on it.
“Hey watch where you are going…”, his words slur at the last, making me look up slowly, weary at what he will do next. I nervously looked around in search of anybody that might help me, but we were in a hidden corner of the club. Making the situation worse.
I expected a beating or a shouting or anything like to punch me in the face, but none of that came. Andrian, my tormentor and one of the elite of Manchester college, stood with his mouth hanging open.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen” Andrian’s words shattere
