You already hated the attention you were getting.

Just being a King, yes, as in Aiden and Levi King— had brought you enough attention. Cameras flashing in your face, people trying to befriend you for money, and even more.

Though the worst of the attention is Killian Carson's. You don't want it. Don't need it. But you can't shake him off, no matter how hard you try.

You'd heard about him. He was dangerous. A heathen. He did underground boxing at the same place Creigh did and went to TKU.

He screamed trouble.

And you needed him away.

You're sat in your class, eyes skimming over your textbook as the professor walked out, signalling class was over. You look up, only for your eyes to meet his.

Not because you wanted them on you, but because he was right there, staring at you.

You hated it. Though your strange, twisted brain loved it too.

You sometimes found yourself wondering what his stupid lips would feel like on your skin and if he was that good in bed as everyone claimed.

God, you had to stop thinking like that. He was a creep. A creep that kept stalking you for some reason.

You jolt away from your thoughts, packing up your books. You had to leave. And fast.

Before you do something stupid like talk to him.