Bumping Into His Highness

A few months ago...

Chelsca watched her steps passing through the Rugby teams. These crazy men are playing balls on the Kiosk ground, as usual, every single day, though.

I rolled my eyes behind my thick glasses, covered by my long curly hair.

The University was extensive, but these boys were playing where people usually walked in, accessing the next buildings.

Whichever part of this campus, these athletes from different sports clubs hang out on every corner... Either the basketball team or the Football team, the Soccer team, and the hockey team name it all, their asses are all over the pathways and corridors.

Chelsca took a detour to avoid a lot of students to bump-in into the trail, so she makes a U-turn at the next corner with an old tree.

She was startled when the man sitting there suddenly stood up, facing his back in her direction. It is too late for her to stop.

She closed her eyes when she slammed on his back. Upon having contact with him, she felt that his body was solid.

Therefore, Chelsca was thrown to the ground and hit her ass badly.

"Ouch," she moans.

"What are you doing!?" the guy shot her with a sidelong glance.

Chelsca frowned.

Of all people she doesn't want to bump into is Collins. But she was unlucky today.

The Collins think they are the Gods of Olympus. The descendants of Hermes. The sons of Hercules and Apollo. The successors of great Adonis.

As she was fuming in annoyance, she was glued to the ground for a while and remained to stare at that handsome face but arrogant guy, none other than Lewey Collins. The most unfriendly Collins of all!

The guy simply walked away without helping her to stand on her feet!

"That arrogant bastard!" She sneered in her heart and screamed inwardly.

Chelsca looked around to survey her surroundings if anyone sees that. And few eyes are indeed glancing over her. She felt embarrassed, at the same time, too frustrated with the way that guy acted.

Well, what must to expect?

"Oh yeah, Mr. Prince Collins, the young master... The arrogant heir of Collins Empire. A jerk, Rugby!" blah blah blah...

She can't stop cursing the guy inside her head. She was seething in anger cleaning up her ass and gathering her book scatters on the ground after.

She heard girls giggle ten meters away. She walks away and ignores the gossip. Another flavor of the day, she was sure of that. She'll bet her soul on that.