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°Chapter One°

======*Dear Diary*======

It was my first day in college. 

A lot of wonderful things happened today.

But what was really wonderful about the day was meeting him...

Wesley.

He's the most beautiful boy I have ever seen my entire life. With a beautiful name.

God! His tousled long silky brown hair. The way he flipped it when he turned back to look at me because he was seated right in front of my desk. His green sparkly eyes looking deep into mine like he could see right through my soul.

He smiled, revealing a dimple.

And God! My tongue was drooling already and I couldn't help but bite my lower lip. How could someone be this goddamn gorgeous! goddammit!

He leans in closer to my desk.

"People call me Wesley. But you're special. So call me Wes."

He literally said I'm special and my heart was suddenly pounding so hard against my chest. No boy has ever looked at me the way Wes did today. Or said the things Wes said to me.

He made me feel 'special' within the few hours I met him.

And you know what he did next? He jumped from the desk at the front and sat on the empty desk right next to me.

"We should hang out more after class."

His voice was deep and husky... Like in those cheesy novels I read.

My heart was all over the place, pounding.

"Let's do Lunch."

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Present day*

Wesley Wood woke up gasping for breathe.

Another nightmare.

It had been almost a year but he still got those nightmares. Those haunting scary nightmares.

I had nothing to do with what happened to her, he shook off the thought.

He took in a deep breathe, raking his fingers through his long brown hair in frustration as he strained to shake off the last threads of the nightmare.

Lazily, he dragged himself out of the king-size bed, tossing his sheets on the floor. The maid would tidy up the room anyway.

He shambled to the shower, pondering over the use of school. The only reason he was in school is not for good grades. It was just because he was his father's only heir.

His father, Mr. William Wood, was a business tycoon that owned multiple companies inside and outside the country. Unfortunately for him, he had to study his a*s off at school because his dad wanted him to spend the rest of his life behind big glassy offices padding around and signing deals.

It wasn't exactly what Wesley planned for himself. He wanted to be a Rockstar! He believed he had all it took to be a famous singer.

But his dad wouldn't listen to any of that crap! There's no way he raised his son to be one of those 'poor entertainers' that grumbled about not being paid what they deserved when really, it is them that didn't have much to offer. There's no way he was letting his son be one of them!

"You only have two choices!" His dad bellowed once in a heated argument. "Run my empire! Or, Run my empire!"

Wesley stepped out of the shower, all the heat and steam leaving his body instantly. He let his towel fall off his waist, stumbling to the ground. He shuffled to his closet and picked out a white t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and a black leather jacket.

After he was done dressing up, he laced up his sneakers when his phone suddenly buzzed under the pillow.

He looked at the caller and groaned.

Audrey Yang.

He didn't want to pick up but he had to.

Or she would make a mountain out of this at school. He was in no mood whatsoever for some scolding after the horrible nightmare...

"Babe!" she shrieked in excitement.

"You don't have to scream, you know. My ears work perfectly, Audrey."

"Sorry you had a bad morning and you're trying to spoil mine."

"I'm telling you the-"

Halfway, he decided to swallow his words and stay quiet because this would lead to nothing but a senseless argument.

It's what Audrey wanted. That's why she was always pushing his buttons to fire up an argument. Strangely, she'd say arguments were healthy for relationships and that's why she was always trying to start up one.

She sighed and shrieked again. "Anyway, you know what date it is!"

"No," he said bored.

"It's our anniversary, you yummy dummy!"

"Anniversary? We started dating just the other day!"

"Three months, Babe!"

"Exactly, just some mere three months!"

"But people date for weeks and celebrate it every other week. Ours is different, we celebrate it monthly."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't know why he ever started dating Audrey. She was not that attractive. Her personality wasn't either. She was a brainless bimbo at school. The only thing she was good at was dressing up expensively as if Louie Vuitton was her uncle.

He wasn't sure how they had met. He just knew she had forced her way into his life and his g**g. One night he was a mess at a party and unfortunately for him, he had s*x with Audrey and since then, she'd been on his neck. She had found a way to manipulate him into a relationship.

He had probably started dating her, trying to get over Nina... Their break up took a toll on him more than he cared to admit. She had just woken up one morning and decided that their relationship wasn't working anymore. She claimed that he needed some time and space to work on himself and his issues.

Though it was true that he had some issues, he felt like Nina didn't want to be with him anymore. That's why she had some lame excuses for the break up.

"Wesley!" Audrey barked.

"What?"

"You're not listening to me!"

He had lost focus for a moment. "Okay. Happy anniversary, Audrey."

"No! Happy anniversary to us."

"Whatever," he muttered.

"Where are you planning to go and celebrate this? Have you planned out a surprise?"

"Surprise?"

"Yeah, you know to surprise me. Just tell me! I promise I'll get surprised!"

"Know what?" he took a pause. "Surprise! Surprise! We are done!"

He hang up, switched off his phone and tossed it on the bed. He couldn't help but grin at himself for what he'd just done. He had used her for three months and dumped her in a snap of a finger.

Who the f**k did she think she is?

Wesley was lacing up his shoes when the new pretty young maid, Candice, graced the room. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, as usual. Her black uniform dress was too tight, drawing out her hour-glass figure perfectly and revealing her n***d hips.

He enjoyed ogling her like a greedy hungry hyena.

"Shut that door and come sit here, Candy." He patted his lap.

She batted her eyelashes, blushing terribly.

Obediently, she shut the door.

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Wesley sat at the breakfast table, trying to contain his smile.

This girl, Candice, kept thrilling him these past few days. The things she'd do to him with those lips and those hands...

"Somebody is having a good morning," William said, taking a seat. "There's really no need to greet you good morning, is there?"

"Goodmorning, dad."

The silver-haired man with creases around the corners of his eyes and mouth, poured the tea in his cup, staring at his son. He wondered what really put him in such a good mood.

"Estelle, what's up with your son this morning?"

"William, it's normal for someone to be happy in the morning. Don't spoil it for him," his mother, Estelle, defended gently.

Wesley had always wondered why an angel like his mother fell for such a devil of a man and went ahead to even start a family with him.

She was a beautiful tall slender woman with long brown hair, probably where he'd inherited his. Her eyes were a deep pool of dark brown with a long small nose and red thin lips.

Wesley grinned at his mom and then at his dad after he swallowed the toasted bread and took a big sip of his tea.

"I'm excited for school today!"

"Oh wow! He finally got some sense!"

His mom huffed. "William..."

Wesley glared at his dad.

He was trying so hard to spoil his mood and his appetite. Now he had lost both.

He shot up from the chair and flew to the door.

"Son..." she tried to lure him back to the dining table.

"Where do you think you're going, you good-for-nothing!" his dad snarled at him.

He clicked, heading for the door. "School!"

"Get back here now! Finish your breakfast and wear a suit to school!"

"What!"

"Yes, you're wearing a suit to school! I can't have the heir of my empire dress up like some lifeless nobody! You're not a boy anymore. You're a man. And a man doesn't wear those silly leather jackets and jeans! Grow up!"

He stood at the door, shook. "You can't do this to me."

"Yes. I can, Child."

"Mom, dad can't do this to me!"

She sighed and sipped the hot tea, not looking at him.

"You're wearing a suit to school. Period!"

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Tyler McCain raked through his silky dark hair in frustration as he tried to solve the math, his dark eyes stuck on the paper he was scribbling. He had to hand over this assignment after the class. Feeling a little too hot and sweaty, he took off his hoodie and placed it on his lap, now left in his blue t-shirt.

He didn't notice when Wes strut inside the class in a suit because he was too engrossed in the math assignment.

Wesley felt like the students were mocking him as he stomped into the class in a suit. He hated wearing suits! He only wore them at his dad's prestigious functions. He found them old and lame to wear. They were not trendy. They were not fashionable. He teased guys at school that wore suits frequently and now his dad had put him up to this.

"What's up with the suit?" Ty scoffed.

"Let's just say my f*****g dad was the inspiration behind this look!" he hissed.

Nina Locke entered the class shortly after and stared at Wesley for a moment absurdly. A small awkward smile lit up her angellic face, a tendril of her ebony hair falling on her face. She tucked it behind her ear and took a seat at the front. She must have been freezing from the heavy coat she covered up herself in, matched with blue jeans and brown boots.

"Is it just me or did Nina Locke just smile at me?" he whispered to Ty.

"It must be the suit!!" Tyler teased.

"It's got charm... Or maybe she thinks I look ugly and old in this suit... " he chuckled as he opened his desk to take out a book.

His heart flipped and his jaw dropped, his eyes almost poking out of its sockets.

He jerked back in shock. "f**k!"

A b****y dead frog, with its tongue cut out, it's throat slit and its limbs dismembered lay dead inside his desk. It had an eerie, bizarre sign sketched on its forehead.

Just beside the dead frog was was a note written,

An eye for an eye...

A tooth for a tooth...

Blood for Blood...

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