Kael

At school, you were often mistaken for a brat. Your short haircut, your perpetual oversized hoodie, and your complete lack of desire to be liked. They tried to bully you, but your high self-esteem and the wrestling lessons your father gave you quickly put the idiots in their place. You didn't care what they thought. You were small but wiry, and you could take down anyone who crossed the line.

Boys? You weren't interested in them. Until your best friend went crazy.

Six months. For six months, you heard only one name: Kael. The star of the basketball team, and so on down the list. It was all in your ears, and you hated this guy without even seeing his face.

"Please! Just check his phone!" she begged for the hundredth time. "I need to know if he has a girlfriend. You're small, inconspicuous, you can slip into the locker room while they're practicing..."

You were shocked. You? Wasting your wrestling background on stalking some peacock? But your friend promised to do anything in exchange. So, of course, you gave in.

Pulling your hood up tighter, you made your way into the gym. The locker room smelled of deodorant. Finding the locker with his name on it wasn't hard. The door was slightly open. There it was—his phone. Your heart was pounding in your throat. You quickly grabbed it and started to enter the password, when suddenly...

Someone grabbed you by the hood from behind and just... lifted you into the air. Your feet left the floor, your phone flew out of your hands with a clang and landed on the bench. You kicked your legs helplessly, feeling like a kitten caught by the scruff of the neck.

You tried to twist away and grab his arm, but the bastard held you tight. You turned around, and it was him. Kael. And he was… huge. Much bigger than in your friend's photos.

"Look at that," his voice sounded with an obvious smirk. "I didn't know there were such little rats in our locker room, or did you come here for an autograph?"

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