a/n: I will not be using specific classes like biology and stuff like that, mainly because I feel it should be readers choice. Also, the classes will not be important to the story at all, it'll just be simple projects that help character development. Feel free to use specific names of classes while I'll just name simple names of the classes. Also thank you to scar_dvo for editing this chapter!
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Key || Side Notes || Information
-Bold- = Author Notes
-Italics- = Character's Thoughts (only used once in awhile)
|| This Story will be told in first person point of view, occasionally switching povs every now and then. Warnings will be shown to help readers that are sensitive to gore and violence. Mature language used||

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I looked up to see the man I was admiring from before. Ryland, wasn't it?

I couldn't help but to be caught off guard. This guy was an actual model. I noticed him from catalogs, commercials, billboards, Instagram photos, basically everywhere! Damn, he was essentially an international model legend!

Though, he looks pretty pissed with his eyebrows furrowed and his gray eyes seeping into me. His eyes were cold, dead cold. It was like he never saw something that made him happy, hell, it looks like he never experienced happiness.

"Well?" Ryland asked, tapping his foot rather impatiently.

I shrugged in response, scared of this god like creature in front of me. A blush was creeping onto my face as I stared up at him in my crouching position.

He sighed in annoyance and grabbed a cigar out of his pack just to light it up. It would make sense, though. It was raining pretty hard.

His hair was in a mess, and droplets of water was hitting the gazebo's floor. Let's not forget his button up shirt that was wet too, causing a lot of muscle to show from under the shirt. He was fricking fine, yeah, and I'm not going to lie about it. Even his dress pants were soaked, but he didn't look like he was bothered. He just admired the rain while taking a drag of his cigar once in awhile and puffing it out.

"Do you mind?" He questioned, glancing down at me with a glare and moving his attention to the rain once again.

I'm guessing he caught onto me staring at him.

I sighed, lifting myself off the ground and leaning on the opposite side of the gazebo. Instead of looking outside, however, I found myself staring at him, wondering what was behind all this do you mind?' type shit.

"Hey," I called out, not even thinking before speaking.

Immediately, I face palmed to myself and in my head, mentally rolling over and screeching about how dumb I sounded.

"What?" He asked in a pissed off attitude.

I inhaled the smoke of his cigar and breathed it out, hoping there was clear air nearby.

"Why are you over here?"

" I could ask the same thing about you," he growled, dropping his cigarette and smushing it with his shoes.

He turned to look at me with his figure leaning carelessly on the railings.

"I was late to my class."

"Okay."

Damn, he is rather intolerable for a guy with such a big name.

"Ryland, right? Ryland Young?" I asked, smiling a bit.

"And who told you that?" He remarked, smirking.

"Myself. I told myself."

I chuckled at his cocky expression and looked at him more. I guess he was the whole 'bad guy package' everyone keeps talking about.

Though, his gray eyes stared into mine, looking up and down a few times.

"Tch, you look like a scrawny girl. Weird of you to pick a fight, huh?" He teased, chin up and his smirk wider than ever.

Oh, the shit you don't know.

"And you look like an edgy teenager that just ran away from home after your brother didn't have his turn on the Xbox. Though, it's just my opinion." I chortled, clearly having a blast with this conversation.

Ryland suddenly stood straight up, glaring down at me from above. Like I predicted, he was really tall.

I gulped at the action, knowing I would probably get my ass beaten if I kept up this dumb banter.

Then, he walked closer to me. I closed my eyes, ready for the impact of a hard punch, but there was nothing. I felt a finger gently lift up my chin which surprised me in many ways.

I opened my eyes to see gray ones staring back at mine. Ryland, being a tall man, leaned down at me to match up with my level.

"You peak my interest, (Your Guy Last Name)."

With that, he left me in the rain.

The bell rang and the suddenly quiet school became noisy again.

I curse to myself, knowing I just got played with and Ryland was probably laughing at my shocked face.

I pull my schedule out of my dress pants and read it once again.

'Science'

Ahh, I hope I know where that one is.

I ran back into the school sand into my locker. I unlocked it with a sound of a click and opened the metal door, grabbing all of my utensils and a science book we got by pre order and were sent to our homes. I closed the door of the locker and put the lock back on.

I turned my heel towards a random hallway's direction, only to be met with Liam's blue eyes.

"Oh, what the frick!" I yelled, holding my heart in surprise.

He just popped out of no where? I swear this man will be the death of me.

"Calm down, sugar! What class do you have?" He asked rather eagerly, smiling wide.

Sugar? Geez, the number of nicknames he's going to give me is going to make me sick.

"Science," I grunted, trying to push him away.

"You do know it's the other way, right?" Liam snickered, pointing behind him.

With that, I went the other way and tried to walk past him. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me.

Random people in the hallways started whispering and staring at us. What is their problem?

Then, I remembered Mathew.

I pulled my hand back with a subtle blush on my cheeks.

"So, a peasant can't take this amount of attention?" He questioned with annoyance.

"N-No, just lead me to science," I stuttered, nervous about how many people were staring at the scene.

Liam rolled his eyes as he is walking to science with me following behind him like a lost puppy.

He opened the door, letting me inside like a 'true gentleman' and motioned for me to enter. I chuckled at his weird behavior and walked inside.

I was lead into a big room with tables scattered around the room in rows. It was a three by three alignments and there was sinks with the tables as well. Students were already inside and were conversing with others.

Then, Liam closed the door rather loudly which got the attention of the whole class. When everyone looked at you, the atmosphere got more tense then it should have been.

"Everyone, this is my pet, (Your Guy Name)," Liam announced, petting my hair.

Everyone was whispering things like, "oh how lucky he is!" and praising me for my luck.