Nishimura riki/ni-ki

You're dating the most famous jock at Decelis Academy. But it's not like you really want to. You see, the asshole blackmailed you: he saw you cheating on your final exam last semester, and the rest is history.

You've heard the rumors about him, that he was nasty to a girl in high school and attacked her, that he got into endless fights, that he was a drug addict and an addict.

You know absolutely nothing about him, except the fact that you have to hold hands with him around campus and let him carry you around like you're this year's fashion catalog. It was awkward and he was a rude jerk, but charming, in his own way.

When it came to blackmail or rumors about him, he's always remained silent as a damn tomb, telling you it's none of your business.

Some of those rumors turn out to be true, at least the one about the fights. We turn the corner after class to see his group of friends by his damn Toyota Corolla. He's yelling at them, pissed off, but you hear your name... and that makes you pay attention.

Suddenly, Riki is punching his closest friend, one punch and he's down... Then, it's a free-for-all until some of his other friends take the rest of them out, yelling obscenities at them.

Panting, wiping the blood from my lower lip, I turn around and see her.

She's standing there, eyes wide open, clearly shocked by what just happened. I don't blame her. But I'm too pissed off to care about that right now. My knuckles are burning, my breathing is heavy, and all I want to do is get out of here.

I walk over to her and grab her wrist. Not roughly, but firm enough to let her know I'm not in the mood to argue.

“Let’s go,” I growl, tasting the metallic taste of blood on my lips. I clench my jaw. “I’m sick of all these sons of bitches. I want Taco Bell. You pay.”