CHAPTER 1   Nate's POV   “M..Michael Clark,”   I say to the tired-looking secretary sitting in front of the computer as I finally reach inside the hostel office after standing in the enormous queue for almost an hour.   The secretary looks up at me and then hurriedly types something on her computer. “Michael Nate Clark?” she asks after a second and I nod. “New admission?” I again nod.   “Dorm B, 69,” she then calls out to the other lady who is standing by the cupboards, fiddling inside boxes of keys. Soon enough the lady expertly tosses a key to the secretary’s desk.   “Michael, you'll be staying in Dorm B, room no 69,” she says in a hurry.   “oh..o..okay,” I nod seeing her hurry and quickly take the key from her hands, hastily walking out of the queue.   I take my suitcase and bags from where I had placed them outsid

  I have Geography for first hour and I manage to reach the class within five minutes. As expected Mr. Henry is in the class. He sighs on seeing me at the doors but doesn't say anything and motions me to get in. Good, he decided not to lecture about discipline on the first day itself.   One hour goes by quickly. Mr. Henry just gives an intro about the syllabus and introduces himself to the new students. There were a few new students in our class. Every year our school conducts scholarship exams in various schools across the country and gives admission to the students who come on top ranks.   During the break, I walk towards the cafeteria to meet with Kevin, Tony, Sophia, and Amelia. The five of us comprise one of the popular gangs in school. Both Tony and Kevin are w

He suddenly places his both hands on the locker door and I unintentionally shiver. He moves a step forward, caging me inside his veiny arms with my back pressed tightly against the locker. He is standing at an inch's distance from me.   He stares at me with those beautiful brown orbs. But those familiar dark brown eyes that I loved so much are cold and hard. “Why were you staring at me?” he asks in a husky voice.   I feel like his voice also sounds similar to Alex's. I feel dazed all of a sudden. I open my mouth to say something but no sounds are coming out of my mouth.   I shiver and flinch as he takes one hand from the locker door only to hit it hard against the metal door, making a loud ‘cling’. “Why were you staring at me?” he growls again near my ear, sending shivers down my body.   “I-I...I am s..sorry,” I somehow manage to stammer.   The girl beside him suddenly laughs out

  I turned and walked to one of the beds, ruffling my hair in frustration and sat down thinking what to do. He sat there itself, looking at me with wide terrified eyes. Okay, why the hell is he looking at me like that? I admit I slapped him but does he need to look this terrified?   I stared back at him intently, thinking what to do with him. He quickly looked away. Maybe on remembering his promise to not look at me again.   I sat up from the bed and stormed out of the room deciding something in my mind. I went straight to the hostel office. Miss Rose was now writing something carefully.   “Miss Rose,” I called.   “Oh Ethan,” she looked up. “Why are you here again?”   “I need to change my room. Please put me in some other room,”   “What happened?” She asked annoyed and confused.   “I can't stay with that boy. He also doesn't

I waited a few minutes to see if Nate comes out of the bathroom. But there was no sign he was going to come out anytime soon. My clothes were inside the bathroom. So I walked to the door and knocked on it.   “Nate, come out. They all left. You can pack your things and leave now,” I said. I didn't get any reply. But then I heard a faint sob and my heart twitched inside my chest. He is badly hurt. Maybe I should let him cry now.   I walked back to my suitcase and took another pair of shirt and shorts, quickly getting dressed in them. After that, I started unpacking my stuff.   It was almost 8 Pm when I finished arranging everything and made my bed. Nate has still not come out of the bathroom. I guess he should come out by now. That's enough time now. Maybe he isn't coming out because he is afraid I would do something to him. Or what if he did some not so funny business inside there? If something happens to him, I would be