"What?" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep, rude voice. Ethan has pitch-black hair, is 6 feet tall, with a solid build. His deep grey eyes are glaring at me right now. His jawline is so sharp I’m sure it can cut through anything.
"You hit me, spilling my coffee all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious.
"So, what do you want me to do about it?" he asks, like he’s done nothing wrong.
“You’re supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone.
"And why should I?”
“Because that’s what people with manners do."
"I know that, but you don't deserve a sorry from me."
"Wow. And why is that?"
"Because black bitches like you don't deserve it," he says with a sneer.
“I have told you times without number to stop calling me that,” I say, angry at his insults.
"Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer. I don't say anything but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I expected him to apologize. It’s Ethan, after all.
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Ethan is a young male about to get his first degree, he might look normal to the world, but don’t we all have our demons inside. Ethan has a problem that he feels hatred is the best way to cure it, but one lady proves him wrong. Adina is a beautiful young girl who is also about to get her first degree at the same university as Ethan. Adina is full of life and dislikes anyone who thinks they can bully her. Ethan is hell-bent on bringing hell down on Adina, and she is determined to shove it up all the way into his ass. They are both opposites, but they say opposites attract one other. 
What happens when a significant incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for each other?

The American

I drive Ethan back to his apartment, and also help him into his house. Ethan might have had the upper hand, but Marcus still gave him a few punches here and there. 


I unlock Ethan’s door and help him over to the dining table. I sit him down on a seat and walk over to his bathroom, where he says the first aid kit is. I dashed back downstairs and began tending to his wounds. 


"Please be careful," Ethan says while I try to clean his wounds. 


"Sorry, I can’t believe this happened to you, because you were defending me," I say feeling the tears fall from my eyes. 


"Please stop crying, and this is not your fault. "If anything, it's that stupid boy's fault," Ethan says, wiping away my tears. 


"Please never fight someone over me again. "I don't think I can bear it if what happened today happens again." 


CHAPTER FIFTEEN