The sun rose lazily over the city, casting its golden hue across the massive steel gates of Ravenshore College of Arts and Innovation. It was the first day of the semester, and excitement buzzed through the air like caffeine through a double-shot espresso.
Among the sea of muscular dudes flaunting their gym-toned biceps and branded sneakers, walked a lanky, slim boy named Blick. With messy black hair that looked like it hadn't met a comb in years and a hoodie two sizes too big, Blick was not your typical college heartthrob.
He didn't have rock-solid abs. He didn't walk with the arrogance of a boy who spent three hours a day at the gym. But he had something. Maybe it was the way his eyes darted shyly away from attention, or how his lips curved up in a soft, knowing smirk when no one was looking. Either way, girls noticed.
As he stepped into the campus, he was too nervous to look around properly. "Act normal… don't trip… don't do anything weird," he reminded himself.
But normal wasn't exactly in the cards.
The infrastructure of Ravenshore was stunning. A blend of modern architecture and old-school charm. As Blick strolled along the cobbled pathway leading to the central lawn, he noticed something that made his eyes widen.
Just outside the canteen, tucked behind the vending machines, was a couple—locked in a very public kiss. Further along, behind the garden benches, another duo seemed to be engaged in a full-blown romance session. One girl giggled loudly as a guy whispered something into her ear, fingers tracing patterns on her waist.
"This… this is college?" Blick thought, blinking.
While most guys would've joined the chaos or high-fived the guy behind the benches, Blick just gulped and walked faster. Social scenes made him feel like a goat at a lion's party. But curiosity got the better of him, and he walked into the canteen to check out the vibe.
And that's when it happened.
He wasn't paying attention—because who does when you're busy wondering if your breath smells okay—and a sharp shriek echoed.
Splash!
Scalding tea poured onto his grey T-shirt, turning the soft cotton into a sticky, wet mess. Blick jumped back, "Damn! What the—?"
Standing before him was a girl. No, not just a girl. A goddess in a tight black one-piece dress that hugged her curves like a secret she wasn't ready to tell. Her dark hair was tied up in a bun, with two strands dangling loosely, framing her sharp face and pouty lips. She looked at him, eyes narrowing.
"You were standing in the way," she said bluntly, holding the empty paper cup.
"Excuse me? You bumped into me!" Blick shot back, clutching his damp shirt.
She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, "So? Maybe you should try not being invisible."
That's when it hit him. She didn't think it was her fault. Blick's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
"I— I'm not invisible," he muttered, not sure if he was defending his presence or existence.
She smirked and turned away, swaying her hips in a rhythm that made every boy in the canteen look up from their meals. Blick stood frozen, drenched and confused.
"Brooo…" a voice came from behind him.
It was Zayen, a tall, smartly dressed guy with glasses that made him look like he had read The Art of War twice. He grinned, "You just bumped into Kiara. The hottest girl on campus."
Blick blinked. "She just spilled tea on me and blamed me for existing."
"Yeah. That's her way of flirting," Zayen said with a laugh.
"Flirting?! She looked like she wanted to set me on fire."
"Exactly."
Blick sighed and tried to dry off the shirt, but the damage was done. Now he was cold, sticky, and flustered.
The day had barely begun.
As the two boys sat down, Zayen filled Blick in on the college gossip. From the mysterious "Drama Club closet make-outs" to the legend of the "Dance Team Shower Incident" (a story he promised to tell only after midnight), the stories got steamier with every sip of cold coffee.
Meanwhile, Blick couldn't stop glancing at Kiara, who was now sitting across the canteen with her friends. They were all laugh-out-loud stunning. Chubby cheeks, hourglass bodies, and perfectly styled hair. The dresses? Well, let's just say they didn't leave much to the imagination.
One of the girls whispered something, and all of them turned to look directly at him. Blick panicked and looked behind him—just to be sure. Nope. It was him they were looking at.
He looked down at his shirt. Still clinging to his body like a second skin, the wet fabric outlined his slim abs perfectly. Maybe too perfectly.
He heard Kiara's friend whisper, "Damn… skinny but ripped. That's rare."
Blick turned red.
Zayen chuckled, "Looks like your abs are the star of today's lunch special."
"I don't even have abs."
"They disagree," Zayen said, pointing at the staring girls.
Later, as they were about to leave, a group of senior boys barged into the canteen yelling, "Freshers' Ramp Walk coming soon! Find your partners, or regret it forever!"
Zayen grinned. "You down for it?"
Blick shrugged, still thinking about Kiara. "Maybe."
Just then, Kiara walked past him again, this time brushing slightly against him, and said—under her breath—"You clean up nice… even when wet."
And before he could even respond, she was gone.
Zayen gave him a slow clap. "You, my man, are living a fanfiction."
Blick groaned, "I just wanted to look at the infrastructure…"
As the sun dipped behind the rooftop dome of Ravenshore, Blick stood outside the hostel dorms, a cup of tea in his hand. He stared into the brown liquid, and suddenly remembered the exact moment it splashed across his chest.
"Ooppss…" he muttered under his breath, and chuckled.
But deep in the canteen, from a shadowed corner near the snack counter, a click echoed.
Someone had taken a picture.
Zoomed in. Right at him.
And then… at Kiara.
A message was typed quickly on the screen:
"Target spotted. She's interested. Time to ruin him."
To Be Continued...
The sun rose lazily over the city, casting its golden hue across the massive steel gates of Ravenshore College of Arts and Innovation. It was the first day of the semester, and excitement buzzed through the air like caffeine through a double-shot espresso.
Among the sea of muscular dudes flaunting their gym-toned biceps and branded sneakers, walked a lanky, slim boy named Blick. With messy black hair that looked like it hadn't met a comb in years and a hoodie two sizes too big, Blick was not your typical college heartthrob.
He didn't have rock-solid abs. He didn't walk with the arrogance of a boy who spent three hours a day at the gym. But he had something. Maybe it was the way his eyes darted shyly away from attention, or how his lips curved up in a soft, knowing smirk when no one was looking. Either way, girls noticed.
As he stepped into the campus, he was too nervous to look around properly. "Act normal… don't trip… don't do anything weird," he reminded himself.
But normal wasn't exactly in the cards.
The infrastructure of Ravenshore was stunning. A blend of modern architecture and old-school charm. As Blick strolled along the cobbled pathway leading to the central lawn, he noticed something that made his eyes widen.
Just outside the canteen, tucked behind the vending machines, was a couple—locked in a very public kiss. Further along, behind the garden benches, another duo seemed to be engaged in a full-blown romance session. One girl giggled loudly as a guy whispered something into her ear, fingers tracing patterns on her waist.
"This… this is college?" Blick thought, blinking.
While most guys would've joined the chaos or high-fived the guy behind the benches, Blick just gulped and walked faster. Social scenes made him feel like a goat at a lion's party. But curiosity got the better of him, and he walked into the canteen to check out the vibe.
And that's when it happened.
He wasn't paying attention—because who does when you're busy wondering if your breath smells okay—and a sharp shriek echoed.
Splash!
Scalding tea poured onto his grey T-shirt, turning the soft cotton into a sticky, wet mess. Blick jumped back, "Damn! What the—?"
Standing before him was a girl. No, not just a girl. A goddess in a tight black one-piece dress that hugged her curves like a secret she wasn't ready to tell. Her dark hair was tied up in a bun, with two strands dangling loosely, framing her sharp face and pouty lips. She looked at him, eyes narrowing.
"You were standing in the way," she said bluntly, holding the empty paper cup.
"Excuse me? You bumped into me!" Blick shot back, clutching his damp shirt.
She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, "So? Maybe you should try not being invisible."
That's when it hit him. She didn't think it was her fault. Blick's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
"I— I'm not invisible," he muttered, not sure if he was defending his presence or existence.
She smirked and turned away, swaying her hips in a rhythm that made every boy in the canteen look up from their meals. Blick stood frozen, drenched and confused.
"Brooo…" a voice came from behind him.
It was Zayen, a tall, smartly dressed guy with glasses that made him look like he had read The Art of War twice. He grinned, "You just bumped into Kiara. The hottest girl on campus."
Blick blinked. "She just spilled tea on me and blamed me for existing."
"Yeah. That's her way of flirting," Zayen said with a laugh.
"Flirting?! She looked like she wanted to set me on fire."
"Exactly."
Blick sighed and tried to dry off the shirt, but the damage was done. Now he was cold, sticky, and flustered.
The day had barely begun.
---
As the two boys sat down, Zayen filled Blick in on the college gossip. From the mysterious "Drama Club closet make-outs" to the legend of the "Dance Team Shower Incident" (a story he promised to tell only after midnight), the stories got steamier with every sip of cold coffee.
Meanwhile, Blick couldn't stop glancing at Kiara, who was now sitting across the canteen with her friends. They were all laugh-out-loud stunning. Chubby cheeks, hourglass bodies, and perfectly styled hair. The dresses? Well, let's just say they didn't leave much to the imagination.
One of the girls whispered something, and all of them turned to look directly at him. Blick panicked and looked behind him—just to be sure. Nope. It was him they were looking at.
He looked down at his shirt. Still clinging to his body like a second skin, the wet fabric outlined his slim abs perfectly. Maybe too perfectly.
He heard Kiara's friend whisper, "Damn… skinny but ripped. That's rare."
Blick turned red.
Zayen chuckled, "Looks like your abs are the star of today's lunch special."
"I don't even have abs."
"They disagree," Zayen said, pointing at the staring girls.
---
Later, as they were about to leave, a group of senior boys barged into the canteen yelling, "Freshers' Ramp Walk coming soon! Find your partners, or regret it forever!"
Zayen grinned. "You down for it?"
Blick shrugged, still thinking about Kiara. "Maybe."
Just then, Kiara walked past him again, this time brushing slightly against him, and said—under her breath—"You clean up nice… even when wet."
And before he could even respond, she was gone.
Zayen gave him a slow clap. "You, my man, are living a fanfiction."
Blick groaned, "I just wanted to look at the infrastructure…"
---
As the sun dipped behind the rooftop dome of Ravenshore, Blick stood outside the hostel dorms, a cup of tea in his hand. He stared into the brown liquid, and suddenly remembered the exact moment it splashed across his chest.
"Ooppss…" he muttered under his breath, and chuckled.
But deep in the canteen, from a shadowed corner near the snack counter, a click echoed.
Someone had taken a picture.
Zoomed in. Right at him.
And then… at Kiara.
A message was typed quickly on the screen:
"Target spotted. She's interested. Time to ruin him."
---
To Be Continued...