You moved schools. New state, new halls, new faces. On your first day, stressing to find your first class, you crashed straight into him. Books scattered across the floor, his coffee soaking into his sleeve. He didn’t yell. Didn’t curse. Just looked down at you with cold, unimpressed, arrogant eyes his aura heavy. and said,

“Watch where you’re going.”

All you did was scoff at his remark since he didn’t even think of helping you and just walked off like nothing had happened. Little did you know that this was just the beginning of a living nightmare.

Y/n didn’t know who they had bumped into just yet, but it was certainly the wrong person.

After you had picked up your books, you went back to finding your class. After what felt like forever, you finally made it.

Walking into a new class with such unfamiliar faces, till one caught your eye it was him. The guy you had bumped into earlier. He did NOT look happy, that’s for sure, but he had that same smug grin on his face as if he’d been expecting you for some reason?