They say sometime love is letting go of your loved one. I don't believe this, I believe when you love someone you do everything in your power and beyond so leaving you wouldn't be an option for them.

~Akanksha Jaiswal.

Akira

As soon we enter cafeteria, I'm greeted with fresh aroma of coffee. In Kent, there was a company that would always smell like coffee and milk. Whenever I had free time I'd go there and enjoy greenery around that company. It was rather refreshable.

"There they are."

I look at my left where Sydney is pointing. Time stands still when my eyes connect to a mysterious looking creature in black, momentarily I stop breathing.

Oh. my. god!

My jaw drops open, I can't help but access his features. With a face of Adonis, that almost every female would want to stop and stare, he is far more raw and primal man than I have ever seen. He is so handsome, no scratch that, he is breathtakingly beautiful like dark angel. His jet black hair that reach bellow his ears are perfectly combed. His strong square jaw are filled with small trimmed beard looks damn attractive. He is gorgeous.

Holy crap!

As if sensing my gawkiness, he lift his eyes and finds mine and I hear a sound of gasping, I'm pretty sure it was mine. Then suddenly everything around us faints away, leaving just me and him.

His orbs, so deep, I feel like drowning in them.

Jesus!

He has most beautiful and capturing grey eyes. They give dark yet an alluring vibe that is more than enough to attract anyone. I hold his eyes and suppress an urge to shiver observing ferociousness and promises of dark desires in them. They widens, just slightly, then narrows at mine, but not because I'm staring since I'm quite sure he is used to this type of reaction from a girl. For a fleeting moment I see a hint of recognition but I can't be sure about it. I try to reach further in them and that's when they turn cold, glaring me. I feel my own face turning red from embarrassment. I quickly look away. My god, he must be thinking that I'm one of his many crazy fan girls.

I don't know if that would be wrong at all.

"He is hot, isn't he?" Sydney's dreamy voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I look at her and crap! I haven't even thought about it. Oh no, he must be her boyfriend. What must she think of me now?

Lord, could this day be more difficult?

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise he is your boyfriend." I tell her as sincerely I could.

She examines me for one long moment before she bursts into laughing. She laughs so hard until tears shimmer in her eye. After awhile she turns sober and snorts, "He, my boyfriend. I wish." She then again starts laughing. I am sure, I'm totally red by now.

She rasps, "Sorry, but you caught me off guard. He is not my boyfriend, in fact he is no one's boyfriend, 'cause he can not tolerate any girls presence after he has fucked them. He is an asshole."

I cringe at her bluntness, so he is playboy type. Well then I'm better far away from him. He does look like a Playboy, with looks to die for and eyes-

Stop it. My inner self snaps at me.

"You should stay away from him. He is no good. He is dangerous and I don't know but different." She says, looking cautiously at me.

Different?

I don't know.

But dangerous?

Definitely.

Anyway it's not like I have any chance.

"I'm not here for boys. Thanks for your concern though." I sigh warily. From the attention he is receiving, I know he can have any girl he wants and I'm just plain, simple and boring, Akira.

Why would he want me?

"Oh come on, I will introduce you to everyone. Just don't talk to King, unless he starts alright?"

King?

"Who is this King?" I ask her, frowning.

She smirks, "Oh, whom you were fantasizing about."

I lower my head in embarrassment. Again.

"No, I was not fan..." I try to deny her weakly and she cuts me off.

"Skip it. He is King, Romero King, but don't speak his first name he doesn't like it." She warns, looking straight in my eyes as though to make me understand​.

If so then I understand it quite perfectly.

And I still find myself repeating his name in my mind. Romero. It suits him, sure it sounds like Italian or something, nonetheless it matches him perfectly fine. Just like his eyes fits with his outrageous aura.

Sydney catches my wrist and drags me toward the table. A boy stands from his seat, when he see us approaching. His face turns into wide smile as they meets with Sydney's. They both hug and kiss each other on lips. Love is apparent on their face but more importantly there is an easiness between them, that stands out unique like they are best friends before anything else. I avert my eyes, feeling like an intruder. Someone coughs and causes them to step away from each other.

"Get a room you two." He says while coughing.

Sydney narrows her eye at him and waves her hand dramatically, "You are just jealous that you can't get any, Slade."

The guy, Slade scoffs, "Oh please, like that would ever happen. Have you seen this?" He points at his big body.

Well I have to agree, he does have nice body with dark brown hair and pale green eyes, that resembles Sydney's, twinkling in smugness. A little bit bulky but still good plus hot looking.

"Shut it brother. Guys this is my roommate, Akira and Akira.." she is cut off by another guy.

"We can introduce us Sydney," he speaks before facing me, "Hi there beautiful, I'm Lucas." He smiles charmingly. He looks like a typical boy-next-door type, with polo shirt and sandy blond hairs, reminding me lot of Logan.

"Akira." I return his smile. He has an expressive kind brown eyes, anyone can read his emotions if observed strongly. He and Sydney's boyfriend, Luke are twins, I think. They both look quite same.

"Ah I see. Yeah you got it right. That's Luke, my twin." Lucas says with a knowing smile, hearing his name Luke greets me with a cute smile otherwise seems content with his girlfriend.

Another guy comes in front of me with flirty smile as he bows, taking my hand kissing on back of it. "Fancy meeting you, my lady. Adam, at your service. Please have a seat." He pulls out a chair for me.

I giggle at his fake English accent, "Why, thank you, kind sir." I sit on the chair.

Slade raises his hand and mutters a 'hey'. Now I see similarities between him and Sydney. They both have same eye color but different hairs and definitely different attitude. Slade looks like a brooding kind of guy while Sydney charms her way in.

All while introduction, I notice Romero doesn't look up from his phone nor does he acknowledge me. He is acting like I'm not even here, and if not for the slight stiffness of his shoulders, I would have believed it too but I know he is aware of me, of my presence. Should I speak to him first? I remember Sydney told me not to talk him. I guess I will wait and see if he talks to me, at all.

Why the hell does it matters to you?

The question stuns me for I don't have exact answer to it.

I don't know why it matters to me. I just know it does. I'm somehow sure about it and something about his eyes tell me that it matters to him as well, if I'm not deluding myself and I sure as hell hope that I'm not.

Adam sits by my side and starts flirting. He is all one-night-stand type guy and I'm not in it. I'm not usually into flirty guys but today I seem to like the attention and I'm blaming it on my nervousness and of course Romero freaking king.

He hasn't once looked away from his bloody phone.

"Tell us about yourself, Akira." Adam starts.

What the hell you want know? My favorite color, food, hobby or I am single. I scoff internally. I'm plain, it is simple as that.

"There is nothing to tell about me. I'm not exciting at all, I'm rather boring." I shrug one of my shoulder.

"Come on babe, anything?" He pouts, that isn't cute at all.

Oh well.

"I'm from Kent. It is small town in Connecticut, little far away from here. Almost everyone knows about each other. I have my grandma and best friends there, I love them. I'm passionate about art. Its my life's main dream. I think that should be enough." I chuckle nervously, thinking if I have spoken too much. I look around table and find everyone, well apart from Romero is staring at me with not surprise or anything but just merely intrigue if not less.

Thank God, at least everyone were listening.

"Isn't Kent fall there? I've heard about it."

I beam at Adam, "Yeah it is there. Its very beautiful."

Kent fall is famous place for tourists. Loads of people come here during spring. It looks heavenly with full of nature. At dusk, it really feels like we are in another world.

Oh I miss it already.

"I always wanted to go there but with a beautiful girl, to give me tour, of course, won't you beautiful?" He winks flirtatiously.

I laugh with a nod.

"Oh, so you like art." Slade asks abruptly, his gaze flickers to King for a brief moment.

"Actually I love it." I smile.

"You must be on scholarship?" He raises his brow.

I don't know what gave him the idea of it. Maybe because I'm not like most of the students here or perhaps because I'm dressed in rather plain and dull clothes in front of these polished people.

You are here for study. My conscience reminds me.

I know, I wave that nagging voice away.

"Yes, I am. I was offered in my junior year." I told him.

He nods, muttering something 'great', and returns back to his phone.

My gaze immediately finds the fine piece of man sitting next to him, and I'm regretting it 'cause the second my eyes find his figure, he stills. It is as if he could sense my gazing, rather gawking.

I hear a cough and I quickly avert my eyes. I turn toward Adam, who is already looking at me, I raise my brows.

He smiles, "Oh I was wondering if you are dating someone."

Indeed?

I don't know where he is taking this, but before I can answer Sydney jumps in, "Yes, she is. I saw a handsome hunk dropped her off earlier."

Hell no, she thinks Logan is my boyfriend. I try to swallow the bad taste it gave in my mouth. Its not that he is bad looking or anything but because he is like an older brother to me. I have never once considered it like that.

"No, no, he is not my boyfriend. He is my best friend, Logan." I quickly correct her.

She looks at me and smiles apologetically.

"Well I'm glad to hear it." Adam winks at me.

Chuckling I shake my head, he is a damn flirt, I'll give him that. But as long as it's just harmless flirting I'm okay with it. Well not too much okay.

"So tell me beautiful, do you want hang out with me tomorrow, after class?" He continues his flirting.

Oh no.

Did I give him any impression that I'm interested? I don't think so.

"No actually I have lots of work to catch up. So may be some another time." I offer him a nervous smile to let him know I'm not outrightly declining him, but I'm not interested him in that way.

I'm not interested period.

It seems normal flirting but if things get out of my hand, I will clear it with him or rather be crystal clear of him. I mean it is my first day for God sake. I'm here for my dreams not for relationship.

His smile flatters a little but he recovers quickly, adding, "Tell me if you change your mind."

I nod, " I will, than..."

I'm cut off by a screeching sound of chair falling. When I look up, I find Romero is standing by chair, that just fell down by his force.

He slams his fist on table, hard and growls, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"

I flinch and close my eyes.

Bloody hell!

He growled, I mean literally growled.

A moment later, I slowly open my one eye then other. His beautiful face covered with a mask of cruel sneer is terrifying.

Holy crap!

He is glaring, straight to me. I shrink under his glare. If I'm not already seated, I would have collapsed on my knees. I'm scared as hell. I don't know how long it will take me to piss in my pants.

With one last freezing glare, he whirls around and storms off the cafeteria. Leaving everyone behind to stare after him. This is until all heads slowly turn to me looking shocked, probably wondering what the hell this girl has done on her first day.

I duck my head down in humiliation. Did I do something wrong? I don't even know if I have offended him somehow.

If even so, he shouldn't have yelled at me like that. He could have told me his problem nicely, or at least more humanely.

I realize that despite his handsome face he is a jerk.

And I don't like jerks!