Kiefer's Point of View (Present Day)
After signing tons of merchandise, I went back to my sister's side. God, it's so hard when you have a pretty face like mine. It took 15 minutes tops. I swear, if being this handsome is a sin, then I'm greatly sinned. I'll gladly walk on hell and charm the shit out of the devil.
My sister and I eventually separated once I reached my building.
I ignored the looks some girls are giving me. Chill out, I'm just me.
The class is almost starting so it made sense that it's almost full. I managed to snag a seat from the back row. The seat next to mine is empty, and someone suddenly popped out of nowhere, claiming the seat as his.
"What's up, man. You're the new guy?" He asked, resting his chin on his left hand as he gazed at me boringly. Huh, people would die to be in his position, to be honest. Being THAT close to me is a gift from God. Why is he not excited as everybody else? I mean, ever since I walked inside the room, I know that their conversation is all about me.
"I guess I am." I replied with a dazzling smile. He then gave a smirk in return.
"The name's Joshua Zhou-Gonzales. But feel free to call me by my middle name." He replied coolly.
"I'm Kiefer Rojan De Leon-Ramirez." I replied. "Ah, the talk of the sphynxes." He laughed. Why is he laughing? His personality is quite different from anyone else I've encountered. He radiates of confidence, my kind of guy. If you're wondering, Sphynx is the university's animal and mascot. I think it makes sense for sphynx to be their chosen animal. After all, it's one of the most expensive breed of cats out there. It looks good in a hideous way, for my opinion.
"Is the buzz a good thing or a bad thing?" I joked. He looked at me with a grin still plastered in his face. "A good thing. See, reputation is a good boost here in Vanderwaalt. You're quite lucky you met someone like me."
"Is that so?"
"You bet. See, I know everyone that attends in this school, whether you're a new student or an alumni. Speaking of, maybe I should introduce you to some lovely ladies inside this room." He started pointing in different directions as he rested his elbow on my shoulder. We seem close now.
"There's Clara, she's a hottie. Her dad own a huge ass events place and is filthy rich. There's also Hannah, she excels in sports and looks like a goddess. Be careful though, she could break your nose with one punch. Not that I've experienced it." And shrugged. I chuckled at his last remark, knowing clearly that he DID got punched in the nose.
An idea popped in my head. I remember the person those girls have been talking about. I badly wants to know if she really is compatible to my standing. With my good looks and dashing personality of course.
"They're intriguing. But do you perhaps know anyone named Kristelle?" I asked. Please know. I'm dying to know! His face contorted to a smug one. He smirked to me and replied, "Why are you asking?" He's still not replacing that smirk of his. "You'll know soon enough." He replied.
Was it too much too ask? Why does this whole deal sounds mysterious? It's not like she's that much big of a deal. But what's bugging me more, is that I felt like I heard that name before?
"Good morning class!" The professor, named Thomas. He looks young for his age, which I assume is around 60. He gave everyone a huge grin and spoke out. "Okay! Another year for Vanderwaalt's students! Wow... more people kept on coming and I'm afraid my hands will break from grading the future papers." The students laughed at his joke. "For those of you who doesn't know, I'm professor Thomas Davidson, your psychology professor."
"I heard there's a few people who transferred here in Vanderwaalt. Are one of them inside my class?" He asked and looked over the sea of students sitting inside the huge college room.
No one lifted their arm except me. "Please come in here to introduce yourself!" The man seems to be full of joy. He's not the usual grumpy old man that teaches you poorly and scolds everyone for having low grade. I'm liking everything so far.
I stood up and walked on the aisle. All their eyes are on me. Nothing to be awkward and scared of, I'm liking all the attention. Yeah, get some of this. I winked to one of the girls and she squealed in delight. Damn self, you never failed me.
At last, I reached the podium and spoke out with confidence. "Hello everyone, I'm Kiefer Rojan De Leon-Ramirez. I'm a model for my mom's clothing brand, MINT. I transferred here from Linnaeus University." I said and gave the crowd a pretty smile. The girls looked at me with interest. That's right, it's Kiefer on the house!
I came back to my seat with a sense of confidence. The class is great, the professor is cool. He's been cracking jokes since the first step he took inside the room, it's understandable that he'll be like that too during class.
The bell rang and all students went out. I walked with the sea of people, letting them freely decide the flow. All the girls surrounding me occasionally 'bumps' into me as if I didn't know their intentions. But hey, I'm not complaining.
Word got out that I was one of the transferees. The moment I stepped outside the hall into the main building, there's a crowd of students going after me. Damn! I couldn't get through! I'm feeling hella hungry because I didn't eat much earlier. "E-Excuse me!" I shouted, trying to get their attention but with no avail. All they cared about is taking a picture and autographs. Why couldn't they have asked me earlier when I was with my fans?
I was only trying to get to the cafeteria! Was that too much to ask?!
When all hope seems lost, I heard someone shout. I couldn't see, with all these people on the 'stampede'. Upon hearing the voice, they scrambled away, bowed apologetically and said a bunch of sorries. Really? That's all it took? If I knew they'll leave because of a shout, I should've done it moments ago.
"SO FUCKING LOUD! LET PEOPLE WALK THROUGH!" At last, I saw whose voice it was. She's an average sized girl, probably standing on five foot 6. She has fair skin whose face is caked with too much make up for my liking. She has hazel brown hair, and is definitely styled by a professional. She has a few piercings on her ears. But I must admit, she's beautiful even though I can't see the real face behind all that make up.
The woman was waiting impatiently with her arms crossed as the girls passed by her. Wow, they look scared of her. Who is she? After all the girls left, she walked towards my direction. Looks like someone wants another piece of me. Don't worry, you have me all to yourself now.
But I was wrong.
The girl didn't even acknowledged me! I'm Kiefer freaking Ramirez! No one dismisses me like that!
"Miss, wait!" I shouted, trailing behind her. But she didn't even spared me a glance. Out of defeat, I resorted to my only choice, physical contact. I reached out and held her by the shoulder. She took my hand, I thought she was going to go crazy because someone like me touched her but she did something crazy in another way that I wasn't expecting.
She slid her foot into mine and knocked me off balance. She then pulled my hand downwards, causing me to sprawl on my back. That shit hurts like hell!
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?!" I snapped. My pride can't bear the fact that I got decked by someone smaller than me! What, you think I'll say something like 'oh she's a woman'? Come on, grow up. Gender doesn't matter in terms of strength, muscle does.
I heard some of the spectators gasp after those words left my lips. Why the hell are they so surprised? If you got knocked down, you would be mad too right? And why would I hold back just because she's a woman? People be asking for equality but can't keep their words or their 'ideals'. It's not like I physically hurt her. She did! The embarrassment, the humiliation! Oh, I just hope no one recorded this.
A familiar figure went to my side and helped me up. It's Joshua Zhou.
"Looks like you met the girl." He said as he lifted me up. I had a little hard time on standing up, damn I hope I didn't break any bones. Met the girl who?
I don't remember asking who this girl was. I don't even know her name.
"Joshua, who is he?" The woman asked and then glared at me.
"Take a chill pill, babe. This is Kiefer, the new student. Mister hotshot, a model of MINT clothing." Joshua introduced me with confidence. Thanks for the vote of confidence, man.
"That explains it. There are tons of girls surrounding him earlier. They're blocking my path." She said, clearly sarcastic. She crossed her arms and looked at the me. Is she checking me out? She definitely is. EVERYONE checks out Kiefer Rojan De Leon-Ramirez, she's no better.
"Why babe? Are you jealous of those girls? Are you cheating on me?" Joshua replied and faked a cry. The dude's hilarious, he's surely getting under the girl's skin. I think I just saw a vein popped in her forehead. "Fuck you." She said and gave him the finger. Wow! She's a feisty girl, I see. Must be the reason why the girls are so afraid of her. So it wasn't the shout, it was her presence.
"Oh! By the way, Kiefer, meet Kristelle." Joshua introduced me. I was fucking shocked. THIS WAS THE GIRL I WAS ASKING ABOUT?! No need to show your expression, Kiefer. Be cool! I smiled at her and extended my hand for a handshake but she only looked at it with disgust. YEAH, DISGUST. I can't believe this girl had the audacity to refuse a handshake, MY handshake! Uh, rude.
"Your girlfriend?" I asked, trying to regain my composure. Psh, it's no big deal... NOT! I still can't wrap around my head to the fact that I got rejected! No one ever rejects me! Not even in a fashion show, on a commercial! Every job my manager got me, I always get it.
"Yep." Joshua replied. Really? She doesn't look like someone who deserves someone like Joshua. He's outgoing and extroverted but this girl doesn't look like one who will treat him right. She did gave him the finger earlier.
"Get your facts straight, Joshua. Do I have to kick you out of this school? I'm going to make sure you're going to pay." She raised her tone, which made the guy beside me go soft. Eh? They're really not together? Thank God.
"Sorry, babe!" He pleaded. She raised an eyebrow and scowled at him. I feel so sorry for him right now. "Stop with the 'babe' shit! We're not even together!" After throwing a 'fit', she walked out of the hallway and went to the cafeteria.
"So... she's that girl huh." I said weakly. They really paired me with a girl like this? In what part did they think we looked good together? She's a psychopath! With no sense of emotions or remorse! I say burn her on the stake since she looks like a witch. A hot and freaky witch. Did I just say that? No, I didn't!
"She's a hottie isn't she? The whole school's eating on her palm." He said proudly. How could he still talk about her like she's the best thing to ever happen to him? After all the things she said to him? And what, the whole school adores her too? They must be fucked up.
"What did she say earlier? Kick you out of this school? Can she even do that?" I questioned.
"She can. Don't you know? Her father owns this whole university." I was shocked. I didn't know why I haven't known sooner. So that's why she can just do anything that she wants! "I see..."
"You must be confused. The university used to be run by her grandfather, Kingsley Devereux. Years ago, gramps gave the university to his son, daddy Kane. They honored him so the only history on the brochure is gramps' background." He explained. That doesn't explain her connection though? Why do the grandpa and the son have different surnames? Is this even my place to ask?
"Why do they have different surnames?" I asked out of curiosity. He looked at me with a grin.
"Gramps kept his mother's surname but gave daddy Kane his real surname. Don't know why. But didn't you know the news years ago?" He asked me. Huh? What is he talking about?
"Gramps Devereux is a billionaire, man. Everyone knows him! People were shocked when they heard he has an heir nobody even knows. They just popped out of nowhere. Haven't you read the news?" He asked and teased me. "You must be living under a rock." He chuckled. I don't remember that...
When was it?
"Why do you know so much about her?" I asked. Is he her stalker or something? I had friends but no one ever knew too much about me. No one has ever come close to my past or deep background unlike her.
"We're been friends since high school. But, no. I don't know much about her, just from news articles and stuff. She's really secretive. So if you're planning to make a move on her, good luck." He said and laughed. Me? Make a move on that girl? As if!
She's not that great as many girls pointed her out to be. She's just another rich, snobby, hot girl. There's a lot of that in the media that I could just pick.
"It's been a great talk but I gotta go, man." He said and offered a low five. I accepted it and he gripped my hand oh-so-tightly. He did a bro hug and once his face was close enough to me, I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
And with that, he left.