One Trouble To The Other

MIYARA’S POV

“You don’t get to talk to me like that”, I said, mustering up all the courage in me. His eyes held mine, unblinking, like he was staring right into my soul.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. He stepped back, and I used that opportunity to bolt to the door, my hands trembling. “By the way, I’d be your project advisor for your final project.”

The words landed like a punch in my gut. He intentionally did that. I could tell from how his lips pulled up. He was enjoying this.

I needed to get out of here before I puked.

Before I could turn the knob, his voice drifted to my ear.

“Pathetic. Running away like you always do”

I didn't wait to hear more. I tore open the door and ran past empty lecture halls and a few other students still loitering around. My eyes watered, but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

The air whipped my hair as I rushed towards the parking lot. My chest felt tight and my legs hurt from running. A blonde girl stared at me as I dashed past her, probably wondering what was wrong with me.

A screeching sound and tyres clashed into me as I made a turn. Within the blink of an eye, my backpack was flying across the floor. I jammed my eyes shut, waiting for the pain when my body hit the rough ground. A yelp left my lips as I tumbled backwards.

Before I could reach the floor however, strong arms in gloves grabbed my arm, pulling me back into place.

My breathing came out in harsh bursts as I finally opened my eyes to look at my surroundings.

The owner of the motorbike who was clad in black pants and a black leather jacket glared at me through his helmet then with a swift move, he yanked the helmet off his head, revealing silver hair and cold gray eyes.

A silver cross earring dangled on his left ear and I couldn't help but stare.

“Trying to get yourself killed?” He tilted his head, eyes sharp. I smoothed my dress before looking up at him again.

“Maybe you should look where you’re going”, I snarled, taking out all my frustrations on him. He was the one who crossed me after all.

I stormed off and he followed, the sound of the engine vibrating in my ears.

“Easy Printsessa”, he said in an accent I wasn't familiar with, eyes raking my body.

“You’re not hurt right?”He looked at my arms then at my legs, checking for injuries that did not exist.

“Never seen you around. You new?”, he asked, stopping near my car as I fumbled for my key.

“No I'm not and please stop following me”

A grin appeared on his face, a hint of white teeth showing. He looked like the type of man mothers warned their daughters about.

“Not until you tell me your name printsessa.” I internally roll my eyes at the name.

“Stop calling me that”, I said, yanking open the driver’s seat of my car, while glaring at him.

His grin turned wider. “What?”, he cocked his head. “Printsessa?”

“Name’s Jace by the way” he stretched out a hand.

“Jace Sokolov”.

I’d heard this name before. But where?

It hit me then as I took him in. The guy Isa wouldn’t shut up about. The one who had all the girls wrapped around his finger. The genius of the art department. Not that I blamed the girls by the way. He looked like a Greek God and any girl would fall for his charms.

“My arms hurt” he held his outstretched arm dramatically while cocking a brow. He had this charismatic but slightly dangerous vibe. Like he could be smiling with you one minute and snap your neck off the next.

I took his hand reluctantly. “Miyara Anderson”

“Miyara”, he repeated, the ‘r’ rolling off his tongue smoothly.

He held onto my hand, eyes never leaving mine. My heart skipped a beat, my cheeks warming. I snatched my hand back so fast he chuckled.

I slammed my car door so hard the windows rattled, ignoring Jace’s attempt to talk to me for the last time. My heart didn't stop beating so fast, and I couldn't tell if it was from the adrenaline or a whole other reason.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I could see Jace’s form disappear as he looked towards a particular window on the building. I escaped from one impossible jerk then fell into the arms of someone who looked like trouble.

Oh, I almost forgot the biggest jerk of them all, my ex-boyfriend who was still threatening me. How much worse could my day go?

My phone buzzed in my lap as I took a sharp turn that led to the apartment.

Dad: Finn said you’re having issues. Find a way to solve whatever is going on. We can’t lose the merger.

I reread the text for the second time, my chest burning with fury. My throat felt dry as I typed out a reply.

Me: Yes Dad

Coward. Why couldn't I tell him I didn't want to go on with the engagement anymore? That Finn had cheated and was trying to make me the bad one here.

But then again, my dad didn't care about anything except how to grow the business. My shoulders slumped as I let out a shaky breath.

By the time I made it to the apartment, I was tired and utterly defeated. Isa was already home, blasting her BTS songs on full volume. As soon as she saw me though, she turned it down and moved to my side.

She wore shorts and a tank top that stopped mid-stomach and her usual mascara.

The living room opened straight ahead from the entrance. A couch lined the left wall, the TV opposite it, and two doors, one on either side led to our bedrooms

“You didn't look too well in class today. Everything okay?”, Isa asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

“And don’t tell me it’s nothing. I have a problem with that word”, she continued, hands on her hips.

“Everything is fine. Don’t worry. I was just a bit distracted.” I threw my backpack on the couch and slumped down on it. She followed, scooting closer to me, her eyes shining, which meant she had something to ask.

“What did the hot new professor want?”, she winked at me, her eyes glued to my face, waiting for a reaction.

My heart leaped.