Seven years ago..

Owen

I saw her ass move left and right. Did I hear correctly or did she just called me a 'bitch'.

'And the name's Juliet, bitch.' I recalled.

Yup, definitely called me a bitch. Technically, I did bump into her but I was too mad to thinking what I was doing.

Damn Susie.

I can't believe she would go behind my back and fuck Oliver ! That bloody cousin of mine will never quit his whoring ways and steal my girls. I walked through corridors, running a hand through my hair. I clenched my jaw. I was so burning mad.

I thought we had something. Me and Susie. It wasn't love but maybe .... I don't know ,a connection perhaps.

Fuck, when I allow myself to let me feel I get hurt. Crushed. Angry. Betrayed.

I won't allow myself to feel that anymore.

I can't hurt me again anymore. I just can't or else I wouldn't survive the second time.

In Economic class-

As I walked in, the whole class zeroed to me.

"Relax it's just me, Owen the Great."

I smirked. The class just blinked. I thought they laugh. Maybe they really thought I'm great but thoughts were cut off.

"And it's just me, professor Mantosh ."

A deep voice filled the room.

Shit.

I turned towards my professor. I smile at him sheepishly.

He simply raises his brows.

"Mr.Owen, since you are so kind to grace your presence with us. Why don't you solve this lovely assignment I'm going to present."

I gulped. Fuck.

"Sit down." He roared.

My day has just gone from bad to worse.

As I sat down on my seat, I felt eyes burning at me. I looked up and saw the same dark brownish stormy eyes staring right back at me.

Juliet.

Her name sounded like a moan. She had a long ponytail that made her neck look long and elegant. She wore a tight V-neck shirt and did a lot of justice to the nice looking rack of hers. Her sun-kissed skin looked soft and smooth. Her lips so full and plum. Her cheek bones firm. Her slender arms bent in a perfect angle.

And her eyes were twinkling in anger.

Wait a minute. Why was she angry ?

Right. About what happened before.

Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to me. I smirked and thought why not ? I tore a note and wrote. 'Meet me on the other side of the school building.'

Once she got it, she looked at me suspiciously.

I just glared back her, my eyes darkening to the things I would do to her.