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Sheila's POV:

Late! Late!! Late!!! Oh, God! Please help me. I don't want to be late, at least not for the first day of my college. I prayed to my dear God and walked so fast inside the college campus as thinking of how I am going to make an excuse.

Shit!! I should have woken up earlier rather than dreaming of my future with my two children. Really Sheila? You don't have a boyfriend even to think about your future, but here you were dreaming of having children, aren’t you? Don't tell anyone about your silly dream, they will make fun of you.

Cursing my mind for what seemed to be thousand times, I sped up my walk.

All these places are new to me. I shouldn't have left my native place. I left all my crazy friends and loving parents behind just to study here. Now I regret why I choose this college to build my career even though plenty of good colleges are in my hometown that would make me feel like home.

Will I get any friends here? At least one? I doubt it, cause I'm not the person who would voluntarily drag their lazy ass to anyone just to develop a friendship. My friends used to call me a lazy buck, because of the inability running in my blood system when it comes to making a friendship bond.

Maybe I should change my attitude and try my best to get one. Yeah, you can sheila. We can give it a try, it's not a bad idea anyway. I smiled inwardly and walked further.

As I was in my deep thought I didn't notice whoever is coming towards my direction until I collided with the solid object and the effect made me fall down with my butt off.

"Owwch! What is this?" I rubbed my back where I got a firm slap by the ground and looked at the object. But my assumption was proved wrong the moment my eyes landed on the figure who's watching me intensively.

Oops!! I accidentally bumped into him.

I studied his features one by one as he looked like one of the Greek God to my eyes and I'm not kidding, cause he's so gorgeous that could make any girls fall for him at first sight. He has a well-built body, strong arms, long legs but red eyes.

Why red eyes? Aren't they supposed to be white?

He was looking straight into me, the rage was filled in his eyes; that's why it seemed red. By the way of his look, even a blind person could feel they were in trouble. But why? It was just an accident. I'm not intentionally bumped into him, am I?

When I looked around the surrounding, I saw the students who were chatting to themselves just a while ago, left their business and gathering around us like something is going to happen.

I felt the tension between the airs and heard some whisper from the students. They all have curiosity in their eyes as somewhat expecting what is going to happen next. Some of them even started to take videos on their phone.

I looked at the boy who was standing in front of me whose hand was in a fist like he was going to haunt someone. His aura was so strong; it will make everyone bow their heads immediately.

He was almost 6.2' in height and has cream-coloured skin. He was wearing a white Shirt which tucked neatly under his black jeans. His hair was neatly combed back. He has dark brown eyes with lengthy eyebrows that furrowed together, which seems, he was thinking deeply.

As to confirm my assumption, he smirked evilly looking at me which brought a shiver down into my spine.

"Listen, everyone!" He sought all their attention. His voice was thick yet sexy too. "She!" He pointed a finger towards me and said, "From today onwards she is going to serve me and would be my new toy."

What? Is he insane? Why is he creating such a drama for nothing?

Everyone cheered loudly in happiness like they won a lottery. I know something is wrong with these people.

I gulped down slowly and looked into his eyes. "I am sorry. I didn't see that you were coming in my direction but I know it's my mistake, please forgive me. if..." But he was not ready to hear what I am going to say because he grabbed my arm and twisted it making me yelped in pain.

"Listen, when I am talking to you that doesn't mean you can talk me back. Got it?" He asked adding more pressure on his grip.