I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out of the car, standing in awe in front of the massive, pristine Meraki School. It’s a school that focuses more on the creative field, perfect for someone like me who dreams of becoming a singer. Before walking away, I turn to wave at my dad—but he’s already gone. Not surprising, honestly.
As I walk in, I get completely distracted by how beautiful the place is. It’s nothing like my old, crappy school. Just then, I realize I’m running late for my first class! on my first day! Hell, I don’t even know my timetable. I rush towards the counselor’s office, but in my hurry, I bump into someone, making them drop whatever they were holding straight into a nearby cleaning bucket filled with water.
My eyes widen as I stammer, “I—I’m so sorry! I—”
The guy turns around, towering over me. He’s ridiculously handsome—goddamn, those muscles. He definitely works out a lot. Wait—what are you doing, Arias?! Not the time for a gay panic; he might punch you!
I look up at him, and there’s a dark glint in his eyes. He grabs my collar, his angry expression softening just a little when he sees my face, but his voice is still laced with frustration. “Are you blind? You better pay me back.”
My heart’s racing—he’s tall,handsome and intimidating—but I keep my voice steady. “I swear, I didn’t mean to bump into you. I’ll pay you back, alright? Just cut me some slack.”
I shut up when a smirk spreads across his face, that dangerous glint still in his eyes. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up.“I’ll let you go- for a price.”
I raise my eyebrows . “Uh… what?”
He chuckles darkly, sending shivers down my spine. “Not much. Just… 3,500 dollars.”
My mouth falls open. “What!”
He chuckles again before putting on a thoughtful expression. “Fine, then.." he crossed his arms,tapping his fingers against his bicep, his lips curling ever so slightly in amusement.
"You can pay me back in another way.”
I raise an eyebrow. “How?” I ask quietly.
My eyes widen, and my cheeks flush red as he leans down to my height, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “You’ll see,” he murmurs. “I’ll make you wish you never bumped into me… or maybe, you’ll wish you had bumped into me sooner. Let’s find out, shall we, shorty?”.
A music student and an art student—two different worlds, one unexpected connection. When Arias, a sharp-tongued musician, clashes with Zyran, a confident artist, their rivalry quickly turns into something neither of them expected. Between playful banter, unexpected tension, and a debt that binds them together, can they figure out what this pull between them truly means?
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