*READ "How to be a Heartbreaker" AND "Kings Conquer" FIRST!*
At Blackthorn University, The Revenants rule the school. Ten dangerously captivating men whose power is unmatched, they dictate who rises, who falls, and who disappears. Feared by their en...
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Blackthorn University is...interesting.
To put it in simple terms.
Half the school's population is full of quiet nobodies who mind their own business while the other half is full of 'The Revenants' and their followers.
Personally, I'd rather stay grouped with group 1.
It honestly blows my mind how people just bow at the feet of these fucking morons.
Okay, don't get me wrong I've met a couple of them and some are tolerable.
Like Brooke's brother for example.
But others like Colt and Jensen...absolutely not.
They scream "Look at me, I'm the shit and every girl wants me".
Pathetic if you ask me.
"Stella!" I pause near the door of my class before turning around.
My eyes widen when I see a frantic Nessa practically sprinting in my direction.
She stops in front of me, dropping a few pieces of paper.
"Jesus- what happened to you?" I chuckle.
"I slept through my alarm! UGH! I need a favor." She begs.
"Okay..."
She follows me into the classroom as we both take our seats towards the back of the room.
"I need to look over your packet, I got so busy last night with other assignments and I was supposed to wake up early to finish this-"
"Calm down Ness, here." I pull out my packet from my folder before handing it to her.
She quickly takes it before scribbling on her paper.
"I'm sure he'll understand if you tell him." I try to assure her.
"Yeah right." She scoffs.
"I'm serious! He's a young professor, I'm sure he's been in your shoes."
"Trust me, he won't excuse anything I do. Just let me know when he walks in." She mutters.
I continue taking my things out of my bag and setting them on my desk, readying myself for 3 hours of pure torture.
At least the Professor is nice to look at.
I think that's why a majority of the students in this class are women.
He's young, probably in his mid-twenties.
His hair is always perfectly slicked back, his button-ups always perfectly ironed, and his face cleanly shaven.
There's not one flaw in that man's features.
But all that aside, he's one strict-ass professor.
