Emara Stone

After a few days of break, the college seems new, different, alienated. I check out the buildings, parking lot and gardens like a tourist. Judging the architecture, quality of material and design of the premises. I think I would have planned and constructed a better one if they had asked me first.

"Will you sit here all day?" Ethan asks as he waits for me to hop out of the bike so he could hop off too. I leisurely get down as I look for a hot 6 feet tall lethal heartbreaking maniac. But other than mediocre crowd and the usual monotonous Instagram models, I see none. Couldn't he come early for a day so I could stare at him longer? Maybe skip a shower to save time, like me.

"Are you coming or you will bunk again?" Ethans asks irritatingly as he stands not too far away from me with his disappointed look. His bruises have been healed 50%, the redness on his swollen cheeks and lips is reduced too. But his nose still looks like a beaten papaya.

"You go, I have to buy something from stationary first." I tell him. He gives me a long skeptical stare then turns around and leaves. As he walks by, people stare at him and murmur Casanova, Harasser, Playboy behind his back but Ethan straight away walks not sparing them any looks. Well, at least he got famous!

After being used as a punching bag, I hope he will leave Rose alone now. I walk to the stationary and order a pen as I look around for Ryan or his jumbo car. Ryan is like my morning coffee, seeing him gives me a high level of electrifying hit that a 1000 volt pole couldn't. Staring him has another benefit, at least for the day I'll know what to dress him like in my imagination.

"Your pen."

I turn my head towards the old man at stationery, he squints his eyes in suspicion as he comments, "You are the only student who buys a pen daily. How come you lose it every time?" I narrow my eyes and quietly walk away with my pen. My bag sways weightlessly with just one book and rest hundred pens.

I again look around for his car or any clues of him but other than empty campus road I see nothing. I give a final look at the streets then turn my heels towards the class. I silently enter through the door when Professor Precisely was writing a program. Good, the fat cow didn't notice me!

Hardick again saved a place for me, I hurriedly get seated, take out my rough book and scribble whatever Precisely wrote on the board. Rose quietly enters the class, her face looks downhearted and gloomy as she stares at Ethan before getting seated.

But Ethan being a hard nerd, cold heart geek, he didn't even spare a glance at her and concentrated on writing his notes. He passionately follows his motto books over boobs and completely ignores the beauty queen. Rose's eyes are covered with dark clouds as she dejectedly sits on her chair while silently whimpering. Ohhh... Breakup scene!

Suddenly the doors swiftly open and Drake walks in like a badass principle, Precisely glares at him like a detonator missile but doesn't make any noise. He roughly walks to his last bench jiggling his jeans' chains catching everyone's attention.

I scribble my rough book with notes that I am never going to refer to. I don't even understand my own handwriting as I write at the speed of light, just like Precisely's. "Drake, Melvin, Emara, Remi and Ahmed, please submit your answer sheets." Precisely announces in the class loudly. Answer sheet? What answer sheet?

On his call, a few students stand up from their place and submit thick bundles of papers. Suddenly my heart sinks into depression as I see Drake walking towards Precisely with the answer sheet in his hands. Even Drake, the anti-intellectual is submitting the papers whereas I am here trying hard to process what kind of answer sheet is Precisely demanding.

Am I dreaming? I should probably wake up.

"Emara. Emara Stone! Please submit your answer sheet." Professor Precisely calls my name, instantly everyone turns round to look at me. I never knew the class knew my name. I slowly stand up under the limelight, Precisely's eyes gawk at me like a fully loaded tank as he again asks loudly, "Answer Sheet?"

"Sir, I was absent." I give my best reply but Precisely doesn't look convinced. He narrows his eyes and spats savagely, "Then you must have more time to write the test paper ten times than other people, right?" A few silent chuckles echoes in the class. I look down uneasily as all the motherfuckers couldn't stop staring at me. So annoying.

"If you don't have it, please feel free to walk out of the class, Miss Stone." Precisely says as he points his index finger at the door. I agitatedly curl my fingers in response to the incoming free humiliation and sarcastic stares of others. "Unless and until you submit the answer sheet written ten times, you are not allowed in my class. Please leave." He says sternly.

I pick my bag, rough book, and the pen I bought in the morning then silently yet furiously get out of the class. Fuck it! I never wanted to be there in the first place. He can go suck his students and I won't give a damn. Fucking Dracula!

I glance at my phone, though a few minutes are remaining for the bell, Precisely, that stinking cow still threw me out of the class. I breathe out in frustration, it all happened because I didn't see Ryan and his rigged muscles in the morning. I secretly knew he is my lucky charm.

As I walk out of the building tiresomely, but suddenly my steps freeze as I see Ryan looking dashing like Gun & Roses concert, like a wild after-party walking on his two feet. Sunlight reflects from his glossy skin and sharp cheekbones like a diamond. Kohinoor. He looks like a god who got misguided and accidentally fell on earth.

Ryan is really tall like Khalifa. Not Mia, but Burj!

My eyes ran over his leather jacket, his puffed and rigged chest that is getting bigger and bigger as he walks closer and closer to me. My heart skips some of its beats as his cruel lips curve up in a wolfish grin and they directly penetrate mine. I instantly look back to see if he is gawking some chick but other than Him and I, no one else is walking on the street. Holy molly Fuck!

Did he recognize me as the harasser's sister?

I adjust my cap and slowly shift to the left to make room for his built body to pass but to my surprise, he shifts to the left too. I instantly shift to the right and he curiously follows my action and shifts to the right too. Is he preying on me?

Panic dances in me like disco as he strides straight towards me. His eyes look similar to a predator's, he glares despicably as if he caught a butterfly in his tangled web. I step back cautiously as he moves forward dangerously. Fear creeps in me as I imagine my squashed face with a rotten papaya nose. No! Run Emara. RUN!

"Hey! Stop." He orders as he clamps his huge caveman palms on my arms. His voice resonates in my head, ring in dire as it screams *Danger* *Danger* but I couldn't move. Ryan towers over me dominatingly as he slowly takes off my cap and lets it fall carelessly on the ground. Is he going to punch me too for being Ethan's sister?

Ryan's eyes widen in surprise as he looks at me, his pupil expands as if he has been awe-struck by the lightning firebolt. His rough thumb softly rubs on my cheeks as he oh so gently holds my face. Wait... If he is not punching me, then what is he doin.... Holly Octopus' pussy!

Suddenly Ryan crashes his hot sinister lips on mine, my lips feel on fire as if they are introduced to a volcano. I try to breathe out of the situation as his lips move smoothly over mine, sucking them immorally between his. Oh my groceries!

My heart beats like a church's bell and so does my ears as I feel his hand clutching my waist, locking me from escaping. My knees wobble like jello but that's doesn't affect Ryan's kissing skills, he holds me in a steel grip as his tongue smoothly brushes over my teeth and lips

RYAN IS KISSING ME!! This must be a dream! A fucking hot dream. This has to be a dream otherwise why would he kiss me?

My heart whistles, shrieks and makes excited howling noises as I start to kiss him back, slowly and passionately. Our lips flirt with each other burningly as if we both are getting suspended in the next moment. The whistles soar like a siren as slowly Ryan's lips detaches from mine.

Current passes through my spine as he takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and bites it sensually. The sting pains beautifully, I open my eyes and see him smirking at me. Behind him I see a huge crowd howling at us, they all have phones in their hands as they look at us excitedly. What are they doing in my dream? Lol.

But my focus stays only on one man, that is my dream knight. Ryan, who is corruptly staring at me, waiting for some more action. Ryan bites his lips playfully as he inclines to my ear and purrs in his hot husky voice, "Liked it?"

Everything feels so real!

I blink once, twice, thrice but he is still standing there in front of me, in fact, nothing vanished from the scene. "You are cute." He purrs again as he leans down with pure wicked intentions. As soon as he conquers my thirsty lips again, the crowd goes crazy. They howl and scream, the shutter sound of cameras continues and so does the whistles.

Ryan's rough hands carelessly fondle my ass as he deepens the kiss by inserting his hot tongue in my mouth. His minty cardamom taste bombards in my mouth as his tongue smoothly rolls over mine. I grab his leather jacket for support as he pushes his tongue to go deeper, deeper in my mouth. Mercy. Mercy, god!

But I gave up as I feel bankrupted of oxygen in my lungs. I look up to his godly face, "Breathe." He whispers in between the loud screeches of others. I didn't notice how beautiful he looks with zoom in. Suddenly, I heard a loud aggressive growl, a familiar hoarse voice, "What the hell are you doing to my sister?"

Time freeze!

Earth stopped spinning!

Netflix paused!

Someone's daughter swallowed!

The crowd goes hush, to pin-drop silence. In an instance, I see a flying fist coming from behind me that crashes on Ryan's nose directly, throwing his head back like a potatoes bag. His hands leave my waist as he stumbles back by the brutal punch he took. Blood leaks from his nose and falls on his leather jacket as he beastly looks up and suddenly everyone shrieks...

"Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk!"

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Well I would have fainted if Ryan kissed me😌 or punched me or maybe both.

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