Chapter 1

Tinnie's Pov

Annoyed was the right term for this moment. My brows furrowed; who in the right state of sanity would call me by my name in the middle of the class?

"Cordova"

That was the streak. Hell just lost its balance, and the devil is out.

"WHAT THE HECK!?" I couldn't help raising my tone.

"Ms. Cristina Rielle Cordova, get out of my class!" My professor shouted. I was left with my mouth wide open.

This was the nth time someone called my name. There's no ghost, but it seems like there's a demon ruining my day. Why would you bother someone who hasn't even done anything to you? That question still lingers in my mind.

"Damn it! I'm outside the room again. It's so annoying that someone keeps calling me. Such a bother!" I ranted. I couldn't stop the way I was feeling. If being mean could get me jailed, then I'm going to jail—who cares.

"Hi." I looked at the person who spoke.

I just stared at him. It never ceased to amaze me that there are still people with such thick skin.

"What?" I snapped.

"Anthony Kiel, but you can call me Aki." He smiled at me.

Anthony Kiel Cruise is one of the supposedly notorious bad boys. Might as well disappear from this world, dude. And I don't care if you're Anthony Bourdain-Who? What was his name again?

It sucks when you don't really pay attention to every useless detail.

"Why would I care about your name? Do I need it?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I wish you would just look at me every time I call you," he added.

I stared at him, blood rushing in my veins as if I was going to explode like a freaking volcano.

"You know you are trouble. Stop bothering me. Or I might hit you. Step aside; a goddess is passing through." I walked past him, still frowning. "Go to hell." I hissed at him.

"I changed my mind. I am going to get you by hook or by crook," he said again.

Stopping in my tracks, I turned to him with my signature deadpan facial expression.

"You're so full of yourself, Mister, whoever you are. And please stop bothering me, I'm not interested in you. And if you plan to be a stalker, just go away. I don't deal with people who are prettier than me." I clicked my tongue. "And I'm not interested in you," I added. I slowly continued walking away.

I don't want to be bothered by someone I don't like. I'm just not interested in him. Men will be men; they will just break your heart like they always do. I hated men with inferior complexity, and just by looking at him, I could sense it.

I walked towards the library. I might as well read. I don't want to waste my time on anyone right now.

Nice. I said to myself. I could have my one sanctuary when I'm here in the library, minimal humans. This is heaven. When I say heaven, I mean it literally.

The usual spot where I sit, the place where I always fall asleep.

I'm in the middle part of the story, where Feyre finds out that Rhysand is her mate. Someone tapped my shoulder. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered.

"How can I get your attention?" he replied.

Can I just punch him? Or slam this marvelous book on his face? No!

"I noticed you. Is it enough? Now, spare me and go back to wherever you came from, and stop bothering my life." I groaned in frustration. "Look, can't you see? I don't like you. I don't want you near me or following me. You're creeping me out, dude. Please stop."

He looked at me angrily. What? Can't he accept rejection? He must take it because whether he likes it or not. I. Don't. Like. Him.

No, slash that.

I hate him; no, I loathe him.

"Woman, even though I'm interested in you, you still don't want me." He growls in annoyance.

"What do you." Realization dawns on me. "No, you don't have the balls to control me in order to like you. Accept it."

He gasps at my words. Did I just mention his balls? I've been blowing him off because he's annoying.

"How dare you? You're a royal pain in the ass." He lashes out, leaving me smiling in victory. With that, the door in the library slams loudly.

I breathe deeply as I continue reading my book alone. The tense atmosphere was suffocating. Thanking all the Gods that he was out of her ass.

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"Why are you sulking, Tinnie?" Apple asked me.

"Did you get detention again? That's not right. They're really picking on you. You're a transferee, after all." Apple added.

"Apple, do you know Anthony Kiel?" I asked her. I didn't know the guy who was always surrounded by girls on campus. All I knew was that he was a notorious bad boy with a dash of inferiority complex. And the fact that I fought with him was enough evidence that he had no morals.

In addition, he was more handsome than me.

"Yes, he's currently Ken's friend. You know Ken? The idiot guy I'm tutoring. Why?" I suddenly thought. Why didn't I recognize him? I was always with Apple when she was tutoring Ken.

"Why didn't I recognize him? You know, since we're always together." she shrugged her shoulders. "Tinnie has her own world. How can you recognize someone? You're not even interested. Why did you ask if I knew Cruise? Don't tell me you're attracted to him?"

"Relax, Apple. He was just bothering my day, and I'm not interested in him. Even if he dies, I don't care. I hope Satan takes him. He looks better in hell."

"Tinnie, be careful. That guy is dangerous. What he wants, he gets. If I were you, I'd stay away from him," Apple warned me before I could respond. As Apple was saying that, a piece of paper fell from my locker.

"You're going to be mine, Cristina Rielle Cordova."

I furrowed my brow.

"What? Someone likes you, Tinnie?" she asked me while looking at the fallen paper on the floor. I picked it up and tore it.

"There are people who are even more stupid than you, Apple. They're turning my locker into a trash can. If stupidity rained down on this world, I'm sure it would all be absorbed by the people walking here."

"You know, even though you're like that, someone still likes you, right? I mean, the great Cristina Rielle Cordova, the snob and the person who hates everything." Apple teased me. Can I install a CCTV camera here? So next time something like this happens, I'll know who did it.

"You okay? You zoned out, Tinnie?"

"I'm okay. Let's go." I was completely spaced out. My temper was flaring again. "I changed my mind. Let's just eat out. I'm craving fish and fries." I looked at her.

"What, Tinnie? Coffee again? That's your hobby, isn't it?" she shook her head but still followed me to the university exit.

"Yes. My hobbies are drinking coffee and getting angry."

She laughed. "Too bad no one knows you like coffee."

I stopped walking when I saw that guy looking at me again, the guy who made my blood boil. That person.

What was his name again?

Anthony? What was it again? Anthony Killua? WHAT? Killua? Killua Zoldyck? Crazy! Anime from HunterXHunter got involved again, Tinnie.

"Why?" Apple asked me. "And why are you looking at him like that? You looked like you were going to murder them. Stop that," she added. I took a deep breath.

"Let's go. I'm hungry." I pulled her towards the exit.

I don't care about that guy. If Titans ever existed, I hope he's the first one they eat.