His game,My rules

Scarlet Winters

It was supposed to be a normal day as always,a day where I slipped into my oversized hoodie, and shorts, go out of my safe heaven....my dorm room to attend some classes, study in the library, then back to my safe heaven again.

"I am leaving now" I told my roommate kayla who was deep in slumber, before I closed the door behind me.

My first stop was the campus cafe I grabbed an Iced latte, and minded my damn business, i have been angry all night, still am, so it's better to just stick with my routine.

But no I couldn't, fate had other plans for me. And by that, I mean a six.foot-four, wall build hockey god with an ego bigger than his biceps, and eyes darker than my day.

I didn't really know who he was, but I have seen him once or twice around the university, surrounded by loud teammates and all those pretty girls with the same kind of ego as his. He was the type I avoided like the plague, he is the type that are too confident, too cocky, too arrogant and too... tall.

And I really hate standing close to people who are too tall, it makes me feel... small, I am not that short he is just too tall.

But that morning?that morning I ruined not only his precious hockey jersey but also bruised his ego. It started with an accidental step...well...okay, maybe it wasn’t that accidental, cause I actually imagined how fascinating it will be to spill my latte on the jersey he was showing off.

I was dragging my lazy feet to class when my eyes landed on him, he was standing in the middle of the quad, in front of the school stadium, like he owned the place, he was showing off his custom hockey jersey, the color was bright red, with his name Wolfe printed across the back like he was some sort of god.

I was already pissed off from a sleepless night and a text from my ex, so I didn’t exactly feel sorry when my iced latte went flying straight across his precious hockey jersey.

I hated hockey....so I didn't really give a fuck

I was glaring at him when I stumbled, my latte flying straight into his jersey.

The entire crowd went dead Silent, it seemed like the air itself froze, all the conversations died, and some people actually gasped.

I stared at the soaked jersey, then up at the guy wearing it, his eyes were the color of a storm..dark gray, sharp, and so intense that it made my stomach flip for a second, just a second, i watched his jaw clenched, and his lips slowly curled into the most arrogant and dangerous smirk I had ever seen.

It was quite obvious he was angry...“what the actually fuck......You have got five seconds to go on your knees and apologize,” he said his voice low and dangerous.

I raised my brow, he is very stupid to think i will go on my knees and apologize.“For what huh? For standing my ground on a public walkway? Or what?”

He blinked, i could see the suprise and amusement in his eyes, but it vanished almost immediately it appeared, his smirk widened “You ruined my game jersey, do you know how expensive this is?”

“Oops.”

“Oops?” he Growled,“Oops? Do you even know who I am?”

“No,” I said shortly. “And I don’t care to know who you are Mr. Expensive jersey”

A muscle twitched in his jaw, he stepped forward, towering over me now, and it's now I realized how much I really hate people who are too tall. I could feel his frustration dropping into the air between us, but that didn't scare me, I have seen things much scarier than a guy obsessed with some hockey jersey.

I didn’t back down,I met his stare, looking straight into his cold gray eyes.... unbothered.

“You are going to regret that,” he said softly, like he wasn't threatening me.

I crossed my arms, standing on my tip toes “Trust me alot of people keep saying that, but I am still here, sass intact.”

He let out a dry chuckle, then looked down at his ruined jersey again. “You owe me, you are going to pay for this.”

“First of all I don't owe you anything, secondly I am not paying for walking like any other normal studnent in this university.”

I could see the anger burning in his eyes even though his expression was blank, He gave me one last look like how a predator looked at his prey, like he was already planning my downfall.

And I should have walked away then. I should have cut my losses and disappeared, and pretended this never happened, but instead, I tossed him a napkin and smiled lazily

“Clean yourself up, big shot....you are dripping with insecurity.” I muttered my voice full of sarcasm.

I turned and walked away with a wide grin, leaving a trail of whispers behind me and a man god obviously plotting my destruction, and actually annoying him made me feel a bit better.

Yeah.

That was the day I met Axel Wolfe.

And the beginning of a war I never meant to start.