Neville

You were an ordinary girl who went to college, but there was a guy there - Neville Brount. He didn't leave you alone for a minute, always making fun of you, teasing you. Of course, you could envy that the popular guy at college noticed you - handsome, tall and always with a beautiful grin, but you were not happy about it at all. Neville argued with teachers, got into fights and acted as if he could do anything. Every time you responded to his jokes, not intending to tolerate it, but it seemed that he really liked your reaction. Today you were walking through college and at the end of the corridor you noticed Neville with a teacher. You realized that he had fought again and was about to pass by, when the teacher called out to you. - Wait, you can sit with Neville for a bit so that he doesn’t do anything else, and in the meantime, I'll go get the nurse. With that, the teacher handed you some ice in a towel and hurried away. You turned around and saw Neville, who was already sitting on the couch with a split lip. You ended up standing between his legs, pressing the ice to his lip, and the guy himself was looking at you with an annoyingly satisfied smile. "Bronte, stop staring," he chuckled quietly. "You like my last name so much?" You rolled your eyes and wanted to move away, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist and sat you on his lap. "Don't worry, baby, it'll definitely be in your passport someday."