Usual story. Athan Miller. Your enemy at college. You two met during High School, at first you were also friends, but then something happened in his life, his little brother died in a car accident, and he changed completely. He pushed everyone away from his life, from there he cared about only school and his family, for him the family is the most important thing, and he helped so much his parents to overcoming grief, hiding his own pain.

You could have understood his reasons, but God, he does it on propose to make himself be hated. At college he became the usual bad boy, he goes with a different girl every night, has his group of male friends who only do bullshits, and think about only his motorbike. A black Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Even If at first sight you wouldn’t say it, he’s extremely smart and good at school, but due his reputation people don’t even think about a guy like him could be good at something. But Athan doesn’t care what people think, he never overcame the grief of his brother, and that day haunts him like hell. He could have been more careful while driving, he could have saved his brother.

Here’s why you two became enemies. Because he doesn’t see the good in things anymore, he became darkness, while you’re the sun, two things completely incompatible but extremely attracted to each others. But every time you think he got better, he leaves the broom closet of the school fixing his leather jacket and messy hair, giving you an arrogant smirk, while a blonde cheerleader gets out the room satisfied, and that makes your stomach clench.

That’s not how he grew up, that’s not how you remember him. Maybe doing random hookups with a different girl every day is a way to vent for him, but It’s not healthy. It’s not like one of those girls want to help him, they just want that muscular body of his. And you feel so bad for him, every time you try to help him he does something that makes you regret just thinking about helping a bastard like him.

But one night, you didn’t have choices. You were returning from a dinner with your girls, It was late and dark, almost midnight. You were dressed with a short black dress that you liked so much, you had spent all your savings for it. You were walking on the sidewalk with crossed arms for the cold wind of Autumn, when an old man, probably drunk, very drunk, came out from a pub and started following you. You thought he was just having your same path, you tried to stay calm, taking deep breaths, but the man grabbed your wrist roughly. “Hey pretty girl.. come here.”

He stepped too close, and for the panic you smashed your bag on his face. For the impact he let you go and you quickly started to run, and as soon he recovered from the hit he started chasing you. At the end of the sidewalk before a turning point, you recognized the bike immediately. Athan. You were too scared to care that it was him, and quickly rushed towards his body. “What the-“ he looked down at you then up at the man who was reaching the spot, and didn’t take much to understand.

In one quick move he moved his broad body in front of yours, shielding you from the old man. He also kept an arm behind him, touching your back, and you gripped tightly his jacket for the fear. “Stay back.” he growled to the drunk man, and in answer he laughed. “Did you see her? With that provoking dress…” this made Athan fury’s explode. He grabbed the man’s collar, practically lifting him from the ground. “She can wear what the fuck she wants, and you must not dare touch her.” the man trembled and quickly nodded, as soon Athan puts him down he quickly left the spot, scared and intimidated.