After eating, I buried myself in my room. I had no intention of seeing Brian for the rest of the day.
I angrily threw my SpongeBob nightwear into the laundry basket and launched myself onto the bed. While scrolling through i********:, his face popped up on my feed.
Brian King.
He’s different. Not just because half the school’s girls swoon over him — dressed or barely dressed — but because everyone likes him. Students. Lecturers. Everyone. Maybe it’s his brains, maybe it’s his face. For some, both.
Sometimes I wonder if he’d be even more likable if he wasn't so... cold.
I heard he’s into real estate. At twenty-two, he supposedly owns close to twelve apartments — just in New York. And that’s not even counting the fact that he’s heir to his grandfather’s conglomerate.
He’s used to getti
