Protegeofthedark

Freya Collymor and Eugene Hayes are worlds apart. She is the girl who has nothing while he is the boy who has everything. She’s got an abusive father. He’s got the best parents ever. She’s full of debt. He’s the heir to the biggest company ever. She’s got lashes all over her back. He’s got the looks of a model. She’s got no friends. He’s got a bunch full of followers and two loyal friends. She cannot call anyone her own to love. He’s got girls all falling on his feet.

He knows that he has it all. She knows that he has everything.
She knows that she has none at all. He knows that she has nothing.

He finds it amusing when he sees her writhe in pain. She finds it traumatizing to go to college just because of him.
He loves to bully her. 
She hates to be bullied.
He is the king.
She is just a beggar.

Both of them seem worlds apart.
Yet there is a connection between them.
A connection that made Freya’s life worse than college should have been.
A connection of past lovers who broke up with their hearts shattered completely into pieces.

You, my Bully

"Isn't the food awful today, Eugene?" Samuel asked me.

"I mean it is the first day and you treat the students to this disgusting food!" Alex exclaimed.

I nodded at them. My gaze was captured by a striking brunette. Her lustrous brown locks cascaded like undulating waves, framing her face with elegance. Her deep, chocolate-brown eyes held a captivating allure, capable of melting any heart. Her complexion was as pure and radiant as freshly fallen snow, and her crimson lips appeared to be subtly pouting. Freya Collymor hasn't changed much from high school.

I often find myself in a whirlwind of emotions when I think about her and now when I see her it's as if nothing has changed, she remains the same as ever. Despite her seemingly cold demeanour, there's still a magnetic pull that I can't shake off. When I catch a glimpse of her, my heart races uncontrollably, and a rush of conflicting feelings overcomes me. It's like I'm torn between my wild impulses and the echoes of past heartbreak. My mind is clouded with uncertainty, asking whether it's worth taking the risk again.

It is not worth taking a risk for you again, Freya Collymor. Not when you did not even explain why you cheated on me.

I might never stop loving you. You might even think I am pathetic. Even I know I am pathetic. You cheated on me, you bullied me when I asked what was wrong, you slapped me. You humiliated me. Yet, I love you. I am still obsessed with you. I still feel like killing anyone who even dare approach you. Why do I still feel like this, Freya? Why?

Freya, why do you have so much control over me?

You, Freya, you are something else. I am going to take my revenge on you Freya. You will suffer just like I suffered. You will burn in humiliation just like I did. You will know what it is to have no one on your side. You will be punished by me, Freya.

"Yes?" they both replied enthusiastically.

Who can be better than my bunch of followers for some rumours to spread in college? I smiled looking at them.

Chapter 4: The heart of a boy