"HE WAS USUALLY SO GRUMPY".

That evening, after St. Cross College had closed, I decided to apologize to him. But I didn't see him anywhere. I searched every nook and cranny, but he was nowhere to be found. I thought to myself, 'Oh well, he must have gone home'.

I decided to visit the Radcliffe Camera. I noticed a staircase leading to the roof.

When I reached the roof, the view was breathtaking. I could see every building around. My eyes scanned everything, and then I caught sight of him. He was resting his forearms on the railing at the far end of the roof, and I could only see his back. I walked closer. The wind was blowing swiftly, and my hair was all over my face. I tucked one side behind my ear and tapped him on the shoulder.

Suddenly, he attacked me—he grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall.

"Ouch," I winced in pain.

We were inches apart. He looked straight into my eyes—his ocean-blue eyes were so beautiful, a girl could get lost in them. But he was so arrogant. I had never been this close to a guy before, and his grip on my arm was still firm. We stood like that for about fifteen seconds.

Realizing what he was doing, he let go of my arm and asked, "How do you keep finding me? What do you want? I told you to leave me alone—I don't want to see your face!"

"I... I just want to apologize. I'm so, so sorry for earlier. But please, don't be so angry with other people. I don't know if you're a prince or just a popular guy?" I said.

"That's none of your business, okay? Just leave me alone," he snapped.

I knelt and apologized again, begging for his forgiveness. He seemed surprised but didn't move.

"I won't get up from here until you forgive me," I said.

"Then sleep here. Have a good night," he replied and walked away.

"Please," I called out one last time before he disappeared.

What he didn't know was that I always meant what I said. I was still kneeling there when he returned.

"You're not joking. Get up and leave," he said.

"I won't leave until you forgive me. Don't you get it?" I replied.

It was getting dark, and the temperature was dropping. I hadn't brought my jacket.

"You're too stubborn. Get up and go home!" he yelled, sending shivers down my spine. The wind picked up, and I started shivering. My eyes welled up, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Okay, fine. I forgive you. You really don't know how to give up, do you?" he asked.

"No, I don't. And thank you so much. Really, thank you," I said.

"Alright, alright. It's fine. Now get up, take my jacket, and go home," he said with a smile.

I was stunned. It was the first time I'd seen him smile—he was usually so grumpy. His teeth were perfect. Well, it had only been a day since I met him, so maybe he's nicer than he seems.

I took his jacket, put it on, and started walking toward the door. Then I paused, turned back, and looked at him. He was looking at me too, but the moment our eyes met, he looked away.

"When should I return your jacket?" I asked, touching it.

"I'll get it tomorrow at school," he said.

"Alright. Aren't you going home?" I asked.

Getting irritated, he yelled, "Please just leave!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going," I said quickly.

I turned, opened the door, went downstairs, and called a taxi. I thought to myself,

"He's tough... but sweet."

The cab arrived, and I went straight home. It was 7:20 p.m., and I was so tired. I had dinner, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.

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Christopher's POV

That evening after we closed, I walked into the Radcliffe Camera. I went up to the roof to find some peace. It was getting dark, and the wind was strong. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I braced myself. When someone tapped me, I reacted—I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.

She had soulful brown eyes and curly, gorgeous hair—but she was stubborn. I caught myself and stepped back, asking what she wanted. Then she said something that made me angry. But she also knelt down and apologized for slapping me.

I was surprised she knelt for me. I told her to get up and leave, but she wouldn't move unless I forgave her. So I said she could sleep there and walked away. I went downstairs, but then I remembered the bet—and the slaps—and I came back up.

She isn't easy to deal with. Still, I told her I forgave her and gave her my jacket because she was cold. She took it and started walking toward the door, then paused and looked back. I was watching her. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away.

She asked when to return the jacket, and I said tomorrow. She asked another question, and I got irritated and told her to leave. After she left, I turned back to the railing.

I realized I never got her name.

I checked the time on my phone—it was 7:00 p.m. I went downstairs and caught a taxi. When I got home, I ate, brushed my teeth, and showered. But as I lay in bed, I kept thinking about her. She's adorable... but so annoying. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Am I falling for her? Or is it all in my head?

Oh my God—she's driving me crazy, and it's only the first day.

I ended up taking sleeping pills.