Every day…
No literally every single day.
Ever since the semester started, we've been fighting daily.
Just catching a whiff of that high-society brat from afar makes me want to claw at his cotton-candy-colored hair, shove it into my mouth, and chew it to bits punishment for being so damn irritating.
The person who single-handedly blurred my dream of graduating alongside snagging a hot engineering boyfriend.
Because I've been too busy fighting with him a whole week has passed and I haven't even had time to scope out any guys.
I'm too busy watching my back, waiting to strike him, and worrying he'll strike back.
That dwarf Eve has started gathering a clique of rich kids.
As for me?
I've got nothing except the urge to throw hands.
We argue every single time we see each other, like there's some kind of magnetic force pulling us together.
And no, it's not attraction.
…it's attraction purely for the purpose of beating the crap out of each other, that's all.
Once he gathered two high-society kids to form his little squad,
I figured I needed my own gang to stand beside me and go up against him too.
If he's got two, then I need two as well.
The only problem is… no one hangs out with me.
I mean, who would dare befriend a broke scholarship student who brings homemade food to eat at a famous university?
Good thing I'm armed with a thick face and shameless confidence I can do whatever I want without worrying about my image.
Still… it'd be nice to have at least one friend who likes me for who I really am.
These days, it feels like the only person I actually know is that short bastard Eve.
In my free time, his head has basically become my resting point for my eyes constantly watching my sworn enemy, thinking up new ways to mess with him.
I want to do stupid, reckless stuff like back in middle schoold ropping gum onto his head, pulling his chair away, tripping him.
Imagining him in ridiculous situations and secretly giggling to myself.
Sometimes I wonder…
am I slowly becoming a psychopath?
Once he gathered two high-society kids to form his little squad,
I figured I needed my own gang to stand beside me and go up against him too.
If he's got two, then I need two as well.
The only problem is… no one hangs out with me.
I mean, who would dare befriend a broke scholarship student who brings homemade food to eat at a famous university?
Good thing I'm armed with a thick face and shameless confidence—
I can do whatever I want without worrying about my image.
Still… it'd be nice to have at least one friend who likes me for who I really am.
These days, it feels like the only person I actually know is that short bastard Eve.
In my free time, his head has basically become my resting point for my eyes—
constantly watching my sworn enemy, thinking up new ways to mess with him.
I want to do stupid, reckless stuff like back in middle school—
dropping gum onto his head, pulling his chair away, tripping him.
Imagining him in ridiculous situations and secretly giggling to myself.
Sometimes I wonder…
am I slowly becoming a psychopath?
Whenever he starts eyeing some guy, I automatically end up paying attention to the same one.
I even try to flirt but he never notices me. Probably because I'm short…
And there's no way I can just walk up and flirt openly. Those guys are all rich, high-society types, driving cars worth millions. I don't even know how I'm supposed to approach them.
And every guy he sets his sights on?
All top-tier. Faculty heartthrobs. Hot club presidents. Star athletes. High and mighty across the board. And it's not just me watching them either.
What's worse is that he does the exact same thing whenever he sees me hitting on a guy, he swoops in and flirts with him too.
Every. Single. Time.
Such a damn tease.
That short brat standing there craning his neck, chatting with a third-year senior.
Handsome, rough, savage-looking, talks in nothing but "fuck this, fuck that" but damn, it hits right in the heart.
Makes me want to drag him off and get scolded hard.
Krii~
He even bought him bubble milk tea. Putting on that shy, cutesy act, puffing out his cheeks just looking at it makes me want to puke.
A third-year senior from the same department handsome, rich, tall, buff, basically the most husband-material man on campus.
I've been secretly watching him, secretly bringing desserts to flirt with him every day.
But that short bastard Eve shows up with expensive gifts, tempting the senior away and on top of that, he's got money to pay for drinks and meals for P' Drift too.
I want to compete and spoil him too…but I've got no money.It hurts.
So damn frustrating.
I was prying at a car tire while side-eyeing him flirting with that guy, feeling like I wanted to pry him open instead of the wheel.
Two classmates both scholarship students like me stood nearby, watching me and Eve alternately.
The difference?
He was tall and handsome, blending in effortlessly with the high-society crowd, unlike me.
Those two were big, solid guys engineering students through and through.
And damn, they were smart too.
The one on the left was named Tawan, the one on the right Mok. Tawan, the easy smiler, spoke up first.
"What's wrong, Lilith? Can't you just look properly?
You're staring so hard your eyes are about to pop out~"
I must've looked like that over-the-top villain actress from soap operas full dramatic energy, pouting, rolling my eyes, broadcasting to the whole world how much I hated that one.
That short bastard Eve.
I hate him.
Always acting fake-cute.
Since the day we started studying together, has he ever actually done any real work? Just look at his damn nails so long they could probably scratch everyone on Earth.
I don't even know why the professors let him show his face in class.
Every time there's hands-on work, he flirts and uses men to do it for him.
And of all people he could use he has to use the ones I'm interested in.
I hate him.
So damn much.
"Oh? So you like that senior, Lilith?"
Mok's handsome face popped out from under the car.
Yeah, I know your name means night-blooming flower, but my brain is completely occupied by something else right now he's so damn handsome it makes me want to pin my own friend down and make him my husband.
Only problem is… I'm about one-third his size.
Out of respect for our friendship and the fact that he looks like some kind of Russian beast I'll keep my hands to myself.
"I like everyone that that short brat flirts with, Khun Mok."
"You've been glaring at each other for a month now and you're still at it?
Didn't you say you were going to move forward and find a husband?
You stalk him every day when are you planning to actually reach your goal, Khun Lilith~?"
My handsome friend keeps teasing me because I'm painfully honest.
On introduction day in class, my eyes just happened to land on that short bastard Eve, so I stared him down and boldly announced:
My dream is to marry a handsome, rich, engineering guy who's madly in love with me.
That's how I became famous from day one until now.
No idea if anyone else holds a grudge against me I only know that I have a grudge against that high-society dwarf Eve.
…Should I just go loot his family's bakery and steal all the desserts?
"People who pull each other's hair don't suddenly reconcile like someone who borrows a pen and forgets to return it.
Tawan, Mok don't ever talk about 'making peace' with that shorty where I can hear it again. It's disgusting!"
Bang!
I clenched my tiny fist and slammed it onto the car hood, snapping my neck so hard it almost sprained.
I told you I'm very clear about my feelings.
Though my friends say my acting skills are better than my car-repair skills.
"Bottoms really are insanely jealous creatures, huh.
Alright then tell me which day you're going to fight him."
"You'll help me, Tawan?"
"I'll help collect your body. Why gang up on someone that small?"
"Ugh, you suck. I'm mad. Come apologize to me."
"How?"
"Show me your dick, maybe~?"
"Don't worry about your rival beating you up we'll beat you up ourselves, little one."
"Haha just kidding, just kidding~"
"So where are you going after class today, Lilith?"
"To help my mom sell desserts at the market.
You free? Come by sometime I'll have her pack some for you to take home."
"So generous, boss~"
"You idiots, that's creepy."
That was the first time the three broke-ass scholarship students actually talked to each other.
Their polished, rich-kid aura made me too intimidated to speak to them before it took several days.
Once we started working together, they finally came over to chat. And just like that, the three of us talked nonstop, as if we'd been close for three lifetimes already.
They told me they get into trouble all the time always fighting people, living the bad-boy life in engineering shop jackets.
The two of them looked ridiculously cool. It reminded me of delinquent school movies.
I wonder… now that we're in university, will there still be fistfights?
Would it be as cool as in the movies?
…
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