Kai

You dreamed of this college: the bustling hallways, the coffee, the atmosphere of adult life. Everything was perfect until Kai Blackwood noticed you.

He was the campus idol: tall, dark-haired, with frighteningly beautiful eyes. But his personality outweighed everything else—arrogant, rude, always getting into fights. Kai acted as if he could get away with anything, and for some reason he chose you as his target.

At first, he just flitted around. Then he started pestering you with stupid questions and caustic jabs. He loved your irritation, your disgruntled look and rolled eyes. He loved driving you crazy.

Another fight ended with a broken nose and a bloody lip. The teacher, knowing your kind heart, asked you to watch him in an empty room until the nurse arrived.

Now you stood right between his legs, pressing the ice pack to his face. Kai smelled of cold perfume and cigarettes. He sat relaxed, his head thrown back, looking at you with his smug smile.

“Blackwood, stop looking at me,” you hissed irritably, pressing harder on the ice.

He hissed quietly in pain, but grinned even wider.
"My last name always bothers you, huh?" Kai drawled lazily, not taking his eyes off you. "So, did you like it?"

You rolled your eyes, about to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist sharply.

"Don't worry," he said mockingly, leaning closer. "It'll still be on your passport in the future, kitty."