"Move it , bitch."

A guy says after bumping into you and just walk away with a stone cold face. Xavier , the 'prince' of the academy. He's popular , handsome and— cold. He never had smiled ever since he entered the academy— which is years ago. Now , you need a muse for your art project. You tugged onto his arm , without realizing what you're doing. He looks down at you with a scowl.

"What? I don't have the time for you whores."