Virtuously Evil [Book 1 of Animosity series]

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Three years ago:

Kase and I entered the school and almost instantly all eyes fell on us. Even though it was the first day of new year of school, the whole school knew about us. It was a school plus college. They all kept distance from me, especially, as I was known to break noses of bullies. And my temper?Well, let's not get into that.

Some people gave me a small smile and the bullies gave me glares but on the inside I knew they were shit scared of me.

I was 17. I had olive skin, and long orangish-red hair, which reached till my waist and had loose curls at the end. My eyes were deep ocean blue colour, which shone brightly in the sun.

My height being 5'6". I had a cute bellybutton piercing. And I had a lot of beauty-spots sprawled over my body.

We walked through the hallway, towards our lockers. Kase's locker being a few lockers to my left. I wasn't nervous at all, because we had the same teachers, only different classrooms, still some of the freshman's faces were so pale, they looked like they were going to faint anytime now. I kinda felt bad and gave reassuring smiles to people passing by me.

I wasn't a complete asshole.

My outfit consisted of a loose full sleeve white sweater-top and a blue knee-length skirt, paired with black canvas and a few rings on my fingers. I wasn't a fan of makeup, so I just had a tinge of my red coloured maybelline lipbalm, which I always carried with myself. My hair, which reached till my waist was tied up in a high ponytail. I had recently straightened it.

Someone came and stood beside my locker, leaning against it, they started looking at me. I didn't look up, instead I resumed organizing my locker.

"Hey, Virgin, doesn't it get tiring being so dry?"

Jayceono. Fucker.

[pronunciation: Jay-si-onoh]

"Hey HIV, I think you have the wrong definition of tiring. Tiring is pounding into a new girl every other day." I replied, still arranging stuff in my locker. "I wonder if your dick is still attached to your body." I continued with a slight smirk.

He leaned, bringing his face closer to mine as if about to kiss."Guess you'll never know." Now it was his turn to smirk.

"Thank God, I'm not planning on getting acquainted to that limp cheeto anytime soon." I smiled sweetly and slammed my locker shut.

Jayceono, ask any student, and they could write a novel on him, rather his works and pranks. No, he wasn't an open book instead he was a tough cookie. He was enigmatic. He was the second most popular, of course after me, even though he believed he was the first.

What? I had 8 more followers than him.

Jayceono was never called by his first name by anyone. Even the teachers. He hated being called by his first name. He was called 'Jay'. Guess who only called him by his first name? *laughs evily* Meeee. I didn't even know why everyone was so scared of him, and everyone included teachers. No one dared to piss him off.

I guess people were scared of him because of his intimidating height, callous mouth and his radge behavior, but that's what made it fun getting on his last nerve, and watching the volcano erupt.

He was 21. He had the Most mesmerising, and blazing hazel eyes, which I would never admit to him, but were die for. Matched with a bit crooked but imperious nose and jealous-worthy eyelashes and eyebrows. His lips had just a tinge of pink. His chiseled features stood out the most. He had a very tan skin with muscles covering his entire body. Dark brown, almost black curly hair and a towering height of 6'4".