White

Chapter 3

I thought the most devastating thing that could ever happened was when my dad decided to enroll me to military school. No. It wasn't. Maybe it was at the first few months but later I sucked everything up and live with it.

High school for me was the best which I also thought at first. I mean I was one of the most popular chick in school, dating the hottest quarterback. Typical. I know. I also know it was the worst phase of my life. I realise that when I got bullied a lot when I just entered the academy. Oh, how the tables have turned.

I was so used to being the queen in high school. Being loved, being admired, being the envy of the student body- I was the center of attention along with my friends. My life turned 180 after that. I was not all of that at the academy. I was a piece of s**t who disrespects people. And they made sure I knew my place during my admission.

Right now, all I feel is emptiness.

New York was supposed to be a change for me.

"You called my parents." I said through gritted teeth. He noticed my fist clenching and unclenching just itching to smash his face.

"Lay a finger on me. You know what happens." He said coldly.

I slapped him.

His head turned to the right from the impact. He looked at me menacingly. I walked nearer to him until our mouths were inches apart.

"I could punch you and you know that. I chose not to. Because I know you're going to cry again at them and tell them I stole your piece of candy." I looked at his grey orbs. Such lovely eyes. It's disappointing to know that the owner of it is an asshole.

"The hand that slapped you was from an angry woman. Remember that." I hissed.

"Avery Kieran White." I was taken aback that he knew my full name. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"21 years old. Born in Chicago. Didn't finish high school but got admitted to military school instead. Medical records show you had a drug overdose right before admission-"

"How did you know?!" I panicked. I pushed him to the wall and grabbed his collar . "Where did you get that information?! Did my father tell you?!"

"No." He answered. He grabbed my hands and unlinked it from his collar. I let him go.

Of course. The guy is rich. I'm sure he hired someone to investigate me. That must've explained why my parents flew here right away.

"I'm surprised you were not put into rehab instead." He said blanky.

"Shut the f**k up." I growled. I was heavily breathing right now from so much anger. I hate this man so much. "What do you want?"

"You will work for me." I opened my mouth to protest but he beat me to it. "Sue you, go in jail or work for me. Your choice." I continued to glare at him.

"If you can drive, much better." He turned around and walk away.

Fuck you, Ranallo, whatever the f**k your name is.