Chapter 2: The First Strike

The morning at Lakeshore University was alive with murmurs, laughter, and the occasional rustling of leaves that signaled the start of another day filled with both promise and disaster. Natasha walked through the paved pathways, clutching her books tightly to her chest, her heart heavy from the events of last night.

Her black dress, though modest, still clung to her like an unwanted memory, reminding her of how she had to endure the gaze of Professor Grant at the casino. Natasha was used to surviving in uncomfortable situations, but this was different. The way his eyes held her captive, the way Jayden had intervened—it all played on a loop in her mind.

Why did Jayden even care? She was nothing but a mere scholarship student, a speck of dust in his world of luxury, yet he had spoken up for her as though she mattered.

Jayden, on the other hand, leaned against his sleek McLaren parked just outside the library, his sharp hazel eyes hidden behind dark-tinted sunglasses. He had always been indifferent to campus affairs, but last night left a strange feeling gnawing at him. He had seen the way Grant looked at Natasha, the way he leered like a vulture waiting for its prey. It disgusted him.

"Yo, Jayden!" A voice called from the other side of the parking lot.

Jayden turned, spotting his best friend, Adrian Coleman. Adrian, son of a media mogul, was the only person Jayden could tolerate for more than ten minutes. He had sharp cheekbones, deep brown skin, and a knack for stirring trouble where there was none.

"Heard about last night," Adrian smirked, adjusting his leather jacket. "Didn't think you were the knight-in-shining armor type."

Jayden exhaled, pushing himself off his car. "I don't play hero. I just don't like scum."

Adrian chuckled. "Could've fooled me. Tiffany's fuming. Word got around that you were… defending some poor scholarship girl."

Jayden didn't react. He simply pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply before exhaling a thin trail of smoke into the crisp morning air.

"Let her fume."

Meanwhile, Tiffany Sterling sat in the campus café, her hands gripping her phone tightly. That girl… Natasha. Who the hell does she think she is? Tiffany had ruled Lakeshore University for the last two years, her beauty and wealth placing her on a pedestal no one dared to challenge. And yet, Natasha—a nobody—had somehow caught Jayden's attention.

"We need to do something about this," Tiffany whispered to Veronica, her closest confidante.

Veronica, a petite blonde with icy blue eyes, stirred her coffee lazily. "Relax, Tiff. Natasha won't last. You know how it works. Girls like her always break under pressure."

Tiffany smirked. "Then let's make sure she does."

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Natasha finally reached the economics building and slid into her usual seat near the window. Her fingers tightened around her pen as she tried to focus, but the whispers around her made it impossible.

"Did you hear? Tiffany's planning something."

"That scholarship girl's about to regret ever stepping into Lakeshore."

She swallowed hard, refusing to look up. She had dealt with bullying before, but this… this was different. It wasn't just about being poor. It was about stepping into the territory of the untouchable.

"Hey."

She looked up and found herself staring into the amused eyes of Adrian Coleman. He had casually slouched into the chair beside her, offering her a smirk that held both mischief and curiosity.

"You look like you're about to throw up," he noted.

Natasha frowned. "Excuse me?"

Adrian chuckled. "It's a compliment. Means you care too much about what these idiots think. Relax. They don't bite… well, not all of them."

Before she could respond, the professor walked in, cutting their conversation short. But Natasha knew one thing for sure—whatever was about to happen next, she had no idea if she was ready for it.