Chapter 2 Chapter: 2
ADDISON
He was….gorgeous! With stormy grey eyes, sharp nose, dark hair and beautiful delicious tattoos all over his arms and a few on his neck.
And he was glaring at me like I had just killed his favorite person. He was truly the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen and that's saying something.
Because I'd seen a lot of gorgeous people growing up in my family and the men my sisters dated. But this guy made them all seem mediocre.
All the tattoos crawling up his neck, that hard mouth and the gray blue eyes still glaring at me, made him very intimidating.
“Fucking take a picture, might last longer,” he growled, snapping me back to my senses.
Clearly he was a bad temper asshole. Though it was understandable why he was angry right now.
“How did you get in here?” he gritted, his eyes glancing at my suitcases and back to me again with narrowed eyes.
“I took the elevator, there was no one at the check-in desk,” I replied. “Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know the floor was wet, I slipped and I couldn't stop.”
“Well, that's a new one!” he grumbled as he tried to pick himself up, ignoring my offered hands. But then instantly he hissed and dropped back, holding his ankle.
He raised his head and glared at me with so much anger I felt like deflating to make myself small.
“Who the fuck are you, again?” he growled. Any other time I would have given the asshole a finger and gone on my way, considering I didn't plan any of these, and I'd also apologize.
But I don't want to start trouble on my first day here. If it escalated, my parents would probably hear it and then instead of boarding they might send me to an actual prison for real this time.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, dropping down beside him. “Are you okay?”
“Do I fucking look okay?” he bit out, stormy eyes glaring at me.
A door opened and two young handsome boys walked out and when they saw us they hurried up towards us.
“Shep, what's happened?”
“I think I messed up my ankle,” he gritted. “Thanks to this eye-less shrimp.”
“Who are you? Do I know you?” the tall blonde boy asked, eyes narrowed. “I don’t think I've ever seen you around.”
Great. Day one, and I was already drawing attention. Please god, don't let him recognize me. The brunette beside him rolled his eyes.
“Now is not the time to flirt Cole, don't you fucking realize the problem?”
“What?” he shrugged. “Also, I'm not flirting.”
“We have a match in two fucking days, if he's sprain his ankle who's going to play the forward?”
“Shit!”
“Let me go get my phone and call the school clinic. Can you walk or should they bring a stretcher?”
“No, you can help me down.” The brunette nodded and walked away.
“Listen, I'm sorry, as I've said before, it was honestly an accident. I didn't know the floor was wet, you could have avoided this when you saw me sliding towards you,” I tried again.
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Oh no. That tone. The kind that said he wasn’t used to being spoken to like that. I almost rolled my eyes but instead I backpedaled.
“I mean, uh, not that it’s your fault, but I tried to warn you.”
“What's your name?” he asked, voice deep and lazy, but his eyes were still glaring at me.
“Why do you want to know?” I asked cautiously.
“Just because.” The tone of his voice told me to be careful where this guy was concerned. I bit my lip and refused to say anything.
“Fine, I'll just call you Shrimp.”
“Shrimp?” Cole said, smirking. I'd totally forgotten about the other boy, watching us quietly. Shepherd glared at him which made the other guy chuckle lightly.
He tried to stand again and winced, muttering a curse.
“Here, let me help,” I said, reaching out to him the same time his friend reached for him and putting his hand over his shoulders as he supported him.
“Don't fucking touch me.” His tone was clipped, commanding. “You’ve already done enough.”
Okay, geez. It's not like I have some contagious disease. Clearly he didn’t get the concept of an accident.
The other brunette jogged up to him, holding his phone, “Shepherd, they're sending an ambulance, they'll be here in a couple.”
Did he say Shepherd? The name echoed inside my head.
Shepherd Conrad? The Shepherd from Conrad’s & Sons? I’d heard more about him before that unfortunate encounter three months ago.
And he's the one person my friend Julia had warned me about. Her sister used to be a student here before she passed away last year.
She'd said Shepherd is the resident bad boy and the untitled king of Brighton Academy. Also Captain of the football team. Son of some corporate billionaire.
Turns out he's my estranged nemesis. His father is my dad's business rival. Basically I'm royally screwed. If he finds out he's going to make my life hell.
Considering he's like a King around here, and I just took him down. Unintentionally, of course, but now it seems I'm in his bad book.
The only good thing is Shepherd and I have never seen each other before, probably because he'd been at this body school for three years now. Even before that I doubt we ran in the same circle.
“What the fuck were you here for anyway?” he growled.
“Well I should be asking you that question? After I live here now, I'm a new student,” I said with an eye roll.
“The fuck you do,” he spat.
“What does that mean?” I asked, suddenly wondering why I haven't noticed any girls here and why there are three boys in the girls dorm, unless….shit!
My eyes bulge from their sockets, my heart pounding with a sinking dread. “This is not the girls' dorm is it?” I looked between the two guys, they both snickered.
“Wow, I knew she was smart,” Shepherd bit out, voice sarcastic.