Lyric’s P.O.V
I woke up with a start at the sound of my alarm going off and groaned, covering both my ears with my hands. Damn it! New semester starts today and I’m gonna be late again. I yawned and sat up in my bed while rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then slammed my hand down on top of the annoying alarm clock, effectively cracking it in half. How many alarm clocks did I crack this month again? I’ve lost count.
I heard a soft groan from behind me and looked back instantly in alert, only to find the girl I slept with last night snuggling deeper into my comforters. I sighed. I should’ve known better, I thought to myself, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come.
“Hey! Get up!” I said shaking her gently as I got up and put my boxers on.
She woke up slowly and sat up in my bed, letting the covers fall to her waist to expose her voluptuous form. She gave me a seductive smile but it vanished instantly as soon as she saw my expression. She was pretty, with shoulder length light brown hair and brown eyes but I don’t do girlfriends and I had already made it clear last night…which she obviously thought would change after I slept with her. “You need to go home, I have to get to college” I said firmly as I walked to my closet.
“Le-leave…b-but why?” she asked pathetically, tears forming in her eyes, which already had smudged liner on them. Now that I see it, she has too much makeup on and they made her look like her skin was melting.
“Because I need to get to college and you probably have school, kid!” I said as I chose which t-shirt to wear. At least I had maids to keep things clean or I’d be walking through a pile of garbage to even get out of my room. I wasn’t exactly into cleaning, a habit I was trying to change but to no avail, code word, trying.
“B-but I thought…” she trailed off, stuttering. Tears were probably streaming down her face by now and she was going to make a scene in a few minutes when she realized blackmailing me with tears wouldn’t get her anywhere.
“Look kid,” I spoke exaggerated, turning to face her. “I told you this yesterday before we fucked; I don’t do girlfriends. I warned you that this would mean nothing and you agreed. And don’t you dare give me bullshit about being drunk because I know very well that you weren’t! Or have you forgotten your little speech about how you’ve done this a million times and you don’t even plan on staying the night with me? Now get your shit together and get out!” I yelled, losing my patience. Next time, I’ll remember to pen down an agreement make the girls fucking sign it before we fuck! And if that makes be a bastard then so be it, but I was done with women thinking they could ‘fix’ the hotshot bad boy by sleeping with them.
I turned towards her and watched as her lips trembled and she quickly scrambled out of bed and dived for her clothes. After she had them on, she ran out of the room like she was being chased by hell hounds.
I sighed in relief and turned back to my closet, taking out a dark green t-shirt with some black denims and headed for the shower. I showered quickly and dressed in my chosen attire before running my hands through my short black hair to stop it from sticking straight up. It was cut really short so that no one can grab it during a fight but not so short that it looked like a military cut.
And yes, you heard it right. I did just say that I fight, and not just in street fight but also like boxing and hand-to-hand combat. I want to join Navy SEAL once I graduated college. I want to be just like my older brother, a strong and intelligent officer, or at least that’s what he was when he still had his legs. He lost them in a bombing accident, and then he was forced to quit. Now he works as a computer trainer and owns a gym that trains future officers or people who want a career in boxing and wrestling.
I took my phone and wallet on my way out and had a quick breakfast. The house staff had laid out two hard boiled eggs, a glass of orange juice and a buttered toast on the dining table for me and I devoured them in quick bites before gulping down the juice. Then I grabbed my keys and made my way out. My bike was already parked on my driveway so I got on and stared the engine. I was about to speed my way out the front gate when I noticed how the flower pots had been turned over and broken and were now lying in my way. “Bitch!” I muttered under my breath and drove sideways, avoiding the sharp pieces from puncturing the tires and heading to college, leaving the gardeners to deal with the mess.
There were some advantages of being the son of two millionaires. My dad was a hotel magnet and my mom’s a hardcore lawyer with international clientele. I have no idea how that match even happened but it did and that was how my elder brother Derek and I were born. I don’t know who we picked after since both of our parents had a wild streak but us brothers wanted to do some good in the world, save lives and all that shit. At least that’s what Derek had been in the navy for, but me? I just wanted the adrenalin rush.
Having difficult jobs had always kept our parents out of the house for long months at a time, they were hardly even home for the holidays and I’d been raised practically by nannies. Derek was ten years my senior so he had been off to college even before I had turned eight and then I had been all alone in this humongous mansion. But that’s been fine by me. I was used to being alone and it had given me all the freedom in the world.
When I reached the gates of Rosewater University, the college seemed oddly buzzed. There were students everywhere and there were plenty of new faces that I’d never seen before. But I wasn’t interested in the new faces as some of the boys in this college were. For them new sem meant new pussies, for me it meant some stupid asshole would hear rumors about me and try to challenge me into a fight to prove whose dick was bigger. I didn’t have time for such assholes, neither did I care when they crawled back home to their mommies with broken body parts.
I was currently in my second year of Uni, studying criminology. I know it was more on the science of why crimes happen and shit, but I wanted to get into the heads of the criminals, know what they were thinking before they commit a crime. My mom often told me, whenever she was home at least, that there were many ways to prevent a crime from happening and some of it was done by convincing the criminal not to do it. It worked on the rare cases and it was one of the rarest speeches I’d ever got from my mother, so I’d taken it to heart.
Anyways, that’s what I was here for in college anyway. So I entered the Uni grounds and went to park my bike in the parking lot, in my usual spot. It was a spot reserved for me and everyone knew it, even the new kids had been warned, but today, I found a bicycle sitting on my spot, taking up my parking space.
“What the fuck!” I snapped at the bicycle. Who in their right fucking minds would ever want to park in my space? Were they not warned?
I turned to look for the owner of the bike but one of the first year boys came rushing over to me instead. “I warned her!” The kid was telling me. “But she just wouldn’t listen. She said the space didn’t say reserved, nor did it have your name on it, so she parked anyway.”
“Did she now?” I smirked and killed the engine before getting off my bike. I walked over to the bicycle and was about to throw it out of the campus grounds when a female voice rang out over the buzz of gossip.
“Touch my bike and you’re dead.”
Lydia’s P.O.VI woke up the next day to my alarm ringing. I’d set it up early so I could take my time getting ready. Most of the days, I’d usually have a headache to deal with, benefits of brain damage, but the heavens were with me today and I didn’t seem to have a headache. It seemed like one of those rare days that started out just perfect.I took a shower after I got out of bed, brushed and took care of my daily business before getting ready for the day. I chose a pair of simple blue jeans and a loose fitting white shirt. After I was done dressing, I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee along with a couple of toasts to go with butter and then I sat down on my couch and decided to read the newspaper for a bit. It would be best to keep up with local news so I didn’t say or do anything that had been proclaimed offensive the day before.College started at ten in the morning and it was only eight thir
Lydia’s P.O.V“Did I just hear you say ‘touch my bike and you’re dead’?” The boy with the short hair and gorgeous eyes spoke like I’d just cracked a joke. I shouldn’t exactly be calling him a boy but he wasn’t a man either. It was that awkward state where he was too rugged to be a boy and still had those soft touches to be a man.From the corner of my eyes, I saw a crowd forming around us and most of the faces showed open concern and some, which I’m guessing were the new students like me, showed open curiosity. And then someone whispered into the newbie’s ears and their look just turned into horror. Shrugging, I held my ground and locked my eyes to brilliant sea green ones.“Did I stutter?” I asked him instead.Something dark crossed over his face and he walked over to stand in front of me, almost invading my personal space. He was tall, over six feet, but I was
Lydia’s P.O.V“Now you know,” he said smugly, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Now you know just how strong I am. Now you know why everyone stays the fuck away from me, why everyone fears me. Now you know, just why you are not supposed to mess with me.”“I do,” I said, my voice completely emotionless as I saw his signature smirk forming. “Now I know exactly how big of a jerk you truly are.” I was looking him dead in the eyes and I saw them harden and fill with anger, his smirk vanishing as he took a step towards me threateningly.“Come again?” His voice dripped venom as he continued his advance towards me, hands clenched by his side.“I know I didn’t stutter but because of your poor hearing abilities I’ll repeat what I just said. I said, ‘now I know how big of a jerk you really are’,” I told him, my voice was still emotionless as h
Lyric’s P.O.V:“Damnit!” I gritted out as my legs gave out from under me.Tonight’s match hadn’t gone well at all. Some 300 pound freak had the opportunity to beat the shit out of me while Derek just sat there and watched. And after I was beaten to a bloody pulp, the only comment he had for me was, ‘go home and patch up, you’re on again tomorrow’. Just fucking perfect! What a great brother I had.I hissed out a painful breath. I was pretty sure my ribs were cracked, broken probably, because this hurts like a bitch. I looked around the place with half closed eyes, I was so damn tired. To my relief, I was close to home. Just about a block or so away…if I could just make it there. Stupid of me to abandon my bike but Derek had been right when he’d said that I could easily kill myself if I rode my bike
Lyric’s P.O.VI woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a thin ray of bright light falling onto my face.What the hell? Who opened the windows this early in the morning? The servants know I hate to wake up like this! Angrily, I brought my hand up to cover my face and winced as a sharp pain pierced through my chest.“What the-?” I jerked awake at the pain and found myself in completely unfamiliar surroundings. “What the hell?”I sat up on the couch that was hardly big enough to fit all of me in it and looked around at the tiny apartment I was currently in. My head felt heavy and as I wiped at my eyes to chase away the last few vestiges of sleep, memories from last night came to my mind as the fog cleared.I was in Lydia’s apartment. And she had seen me at my weakest last night when I’d been beaten up during the match. Damnit! The only reason I’d lost the match in the first place had
Lyric’s P.O.VThe stadium was packed tonight.That’s the first thing I noticed as soon as I arrived at the abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of Rosewater that had been turned into a hotspot for all kinds of illegal trade. From drugs to alcohol to gambling and illegal fight clubs, anything you ask for, this warehouse provides it all. But the most famous activity had to be the fights that occurred three days a week.The dates were chosen randomly and they could be one right after the other or they could occur at intervals. This week the dates chosen had been Monday, Tuesday and Friday. The rotation usually kept the cops off our tail, but it’s not like anyone was going to rattle us out. If I wasn’t mistaken, some cops were regular members of the fight club as well and they even took part in any other forms of debauchery that the warehouse had to offer. Usually, everything was free for the cops so they don’t rattle u
Lyric’s P.O.V“Hey,” I leaned back from the doorjamb. “Patch me up?”She made a very tiny movement in her face and crinkled her eyebrows at me. “Why?”“Because I’m injured,” I pointed towards my knuckles and towards my busted lip. “And I don’t know how to patch up a slit lip.”“And I was the only one that came to your mind?” She crossed her hands over her chest, pushing up her breasts further. She wasn’t all big and rounded, but I could tell that she’d be a handful. Perfect for my hands.I smirked. “You intrigue me, Lydia McKenzie.” I told her as I entered her apartment uninvited. “And I hate to say it but not a lot of things intrigue me nowadays.”I brushed past her and made my way over to the couch I’d slept on last night and plopped down onto it. I noticed a bunch of different books spread ou
Lydia’s P.O.VThat was a close call, a really close call. That’s what I thought to myself as I closed and locked the door after Lyric had departed…for the night.Something told me, this wasn’t going to be the last time he’s shown up at my door uninvited. And that same something told me that he wasn’t going to give up on digging up my past this easily either. He’s like one of those hound dogs who’s gotten a scent and won’t rest until the source of that scent has been detected.It’s not like my past is a huge secret. Almost the whole of Kansas knows about it, knows who I am. And that had been one of the main reasons I had to get away from home. Some stories never get too old apparently and people always believe what they want to believe.There are several versions of my story floating around my home town and each day there would be another new invention. And then I’d once ag