CHAPTER 2: Another Day into hell

KELLY'S POV

I stepped onto campus, the morning chill swept across my skin, and I felt like an outsider among the sea of students. Luxury cars gleamed in the parking lot, making it hard to distinguish the lecturers' vehicles from the students'. I walked alone, a stark contrast to the crowd around me.

The weight of what lay ahead suffocated me with every step.

Jimmy, that pretty face rich boy with a voice that belied his cruel nature, haunted my thoughts. The echoes of his harsh words still lingered – "Scram!" – and the prospect of facing him again, in thesame class, alongside that little slut of his, Debbie, sent shivers down my spine.

Just two days into the semester, and the school I'd fought so hard to attend had transformed into a waking nightmare. Every step felt like a reluctant march toward disaster.

The truth knocked me like a slap: Jimmy was a Montego, the owners of the business empire that dominated the industry. My adopted mother used to work there as a mere cleaner, she spoke of how great the company was.

I'd grown up idolizing the Montego's, dreaming of joining their ranks one day.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor – now, I was the target of Jimmy's disdain, a constant reminder that my dreams were going to be just dreams, I was never going to get a chance. Not at the company, and I doubted I'd ever complete the semester to begin with.

My bestfriend, Anna, had gone over to her boyfriend's house. The conversation with her had been brief, and I couldn't bring myself to burden her with the drama unfolding at school when Jake was waiting at the background.

Anyway. Now, I was alone, left to handle the weight of my own problems. I was stuck with my thoughts, strolling lazily through the campus.

Just as I was lost in my reverie, a sleek car pulled up abruptly beside me, the tires screeching to a halt mere inches from my legs. I startled, my heart racing as I leapt back, my eyes snapping to the car's tinted windows. The driver's side window rolled down, revealing non other than that slut.

Oh fuck this bitch! Debbie.

Debbie's mocking gaze met mine, her lips curling into a scornful smile. She laughed, the sound dripping with malice, as she took in my panicked expression.

The two girls riding inside with her, joined in, their giggles echoing through the air as they stared at me with amused contempt.

"Hey, Bitch! Remember me?" She sneered, revenge edged in her voice.

I clutched my chest, my mind reeling in shock. Debbie had almost run me over, and now she was laughing about it? The girl was not only a shameless slut, she was also certifiably insane.

"Can you believe it girls, this was the piece of trash that ruined my moment with Jim yesterday. Gush I hate this girl." She announced, her friends hurled disdainful comments at me.

I bit my tongue, choosing to stay silent even as their words sliced through the air like daggers. I stood frozen, my anger and fear warring for dominance, but I refused to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Take this as a little warning, you mousy dowdy!" She spat and drove off.

I stood there, my legs trembling slightly as I gathered the courage to continue walking to class. The adrenaline rush from the close call still lingered, and I felt a knot in my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I began to move forward, my eyes scanning the surroundings as I approached the class building.

And that's when I saw him – Jimmy, standing with three other guys, chatting and laughing. Fear resurfaced, my heart skipping a beat as our eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Jimmy's gaze pierced through me like ice, sending a shiver down my spine. Yet, even as fear gripped me, I couldn't help but notice how devastatingly handsome he looked.

His chiseled features were accentuated by the fitted white shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, and his dark jeans fit him perfectly. His hair was styled to perfection, with just the right amount of messiness, framing his sharp jawline and full lips.

The contrast between his captivating appearance and the cold glint in his eyes was unnerving, making my heart race even faster.

I stood frozen, torn between retreating or pushing forward. My legs felt like lead, heavy with dread, as I forced myself to take one step, then another. The hallway fell silent, and I could feel their eyes boring into me. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor,didn't dared to look up.

My heart raced wildly as I stumbled past them, my entire body screaming to escape the suffocating tension, to disappear if I could.

Just as I thought I'd escaped the tension, Jimmy's deep voice boomed behind me, "Hey!"

The sound was like a jolt of electricity, and I nearly lost my footing. My heart racing, I froze, my body stiffening in fear.

"Turn the fuck around," he commanded, his tone firm and unyielding. I felt a chill run down my spine as I slowly turned to face him, my eyes hesitantly meeting his.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone laced with an unsettling intensity.

Gush! not again.

"Oh, I'm here to breathe oxygen and take up space, obviously." I thought to myself.

But aloud, I managed a weak "To study" trying to keep my voice steady. His eyes narrowed, and he repeated the question, "I asked you, what the fuck are you doing here!?" His anger simmered just below the surface.

His friends snickered, their gazes raking over me with mockery. One of them raised an eyebrow and whispered to Jimmy, "You know her?" with a chuckle, "She looks like the cleaning lady." Their laughter stung, but I stood frozen, unsure how to respond.

Jimmy's gaze cut through his friends' mockery, his eyes fixed on me with a glare. "Didn't I warn you to not show your face on this campus again?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I felt a surge to laugh at his audacity, but I bit back my retort, instead meeting his gaze with a cautious stare.

His friends exchanged confused glances, one of them whispering, "Dude, why's the janitor getting under your skin?"

Janitor? Oh! fuck all of them!

I took a deep breath and spoke up, trying to assert myself, "I'm a student, not a worker." But my words came out barely above a whisper, lacking the boldness I'd hoped for.

And then, as if sent from heaven, a professor approached. I seized the chance to slip away, relief washing over me.

But Jimmy's voice boomed out, "Don't think you can escape me," his words echoed through the hallway, making it clear this wasn't over yet.

I quickened my pace, trying to put some distance between us, but his words hung in the air like a challenge.

Urgh! Why me!