Riki was no doubt a fuckboy. He didn’t believe in love and all that. He would dodge on a girl and tell her that there was no one like her—and then turn to the next girl to say the exact same thing. He didn’t do girlfriends, he made the girls chase him first.

You were new to the campus and Riki was hosting a party for the start of the year. Riki always hosted parties to get girls and do whatever it is college boys do. You attended because your friend was there. As soon as you attended Riki to approach you, probably to get you swooning for him.

“Are you new? How about a drink?” He had that charming smirk, a fake one at that. It didn’t fool you. You hesitated, you didn’t have a good impression on him because of what your friend told you, and your main priority right now was to find her.