This was the biggest college in California. Students of all calibers came here…some to learn, some to have fun, and some to make others fail.
A wide variety of courses were offered, and the professors were well-qualified.
Two female students sat on a bench outside, gossiping.
"Listen, there are three notorious girls you should avoid in this school. Don't get on their bad side," the older one warned.
"Really?" the fresher asked.
"Yes. Luna, Cora, and Larisa. Stay away from them," she advised.
"Which department are they in?"
"English and Literature," the older girl replied.
"Why avoid them? They're just humans, not gods," the fresher rolled her eyes.
"Girl, listen carefully. Especially Luna Armstrong. Avoid her at all costs."
The fresher opened her mouth to protest ag bbyain but before she could, someone yanked their hair from behind.
"Ouch!" they shrieked.
B"You should listen to her, bitch!" Luna hissed at the fresher.
"Please… forgive us! I was just advising her!" the older girl pleaded.
"Shut up!" Luna slammed their heads together, and they cried out in pain.
"Now run!" She released them and they bolted.She watched them flee, a cruel grin on her face.
"That's so mean of you, young lady," a voice said behind her.
She flinched slightly. She hadn't expected to hear this voice soonest,When had she last heard that voice? Three years ago…
She turned slowly and found herself facing Cassius.
"You shouldn't go around scaring young people like that," he said, holding a cocktail in one hand and a book in the other. His backpack hung over his shoulder.
He looked as handsome as ever…taller, manlier, more commanding.
Luna observed him carefully… and smiled. An evil, mischievous smile.
"How does that bother you?" she asked.
"Because I don't like seeing weak people bullied," he replied.
Anger boiled inside her. She wanted to punch him but restrained herself.
"You're Cassius Isaac, right?" she asked. He nodded.
"Can I?" she said, snatching the cocktail from him and taking a sip.
"So… nice," she murmured, licking her lips. Cassius looked at her, confused.
She began walking around him, circling with predatory grace.
"I once heard you were a very bad, notorious guy," she teased.
"That was before," he replied.
She chuckled softly. "Why?"
"Irony of life happened. But why are you asking me all this?"
She stopped in front of him. Before he could react, she tilted the cup and spilled the juice over his face.
"What the hell?!" he gasped, shocked.
Luna leaned close, her lips near his ear.
"I'm going to taunt you… until you bring back that old bad boy of yours," she whispered.
"And why should I listen to a stranger?" he muttered, still bewildered.
"Because… I'm Luna Armstrong. Your worst nightmare."