Chapter 2 Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Kai’s POV
“Why the fuck are you here, Kimberly? Are you part of the girls stalking me now?”
She looked like death. One hand pressed tightly over her mouth, her face pale as she fought not to throw up right there in the hallway. I didn’t care. Not even a little.
“No… I’m not stalking you,” she mumbled, her voice shaky.
“Give me your phone.”
She tried to bend down and slip away. I grabbed her arm and shoved her back against the wall, hard. My fingers closed around her phone before she could react. She reached for it, but I held it high, out of her reach.
“You recorded me without even knowing the full story,” I growled. “Are you fucking crazy?”
I didn’t wait for her answer. I slammed the phone against the wall with all my strength. It shattered into pieces, plastic and glass scattering across the floor.
She coughed violently behind me. Then, before I could turn around, she doubled over and vomited all over my shirt and pants.
“Fuck!” I shouted, jumping back. The warm, disgusting liquid soaked straight through my designer shirt. “Have you lost your goddamn mind? This is the worst fucking night of my life.”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still swaying. “Hey I’m sorry about that but you can’t just destroy my phone. Do you know how much that cost me?”
“How much?” I snapped. “I’ll pay for it. Problem solved.”
Her eyes flashed with pure fury. Even drunk and messy, she had fire.
“Do you think money fixes everything, asshole?” she shot back. “You’re a football star, not a god. Learn some manners.”
I stepped closer, towering over her. The smell of vomit mixed with the club’s stale air, but I refused to back down. “You snuck up on me and started recording without permission. You’re lucky I only smashed the phone.”
“I didn’t record you!” she yelled. “Why are you so agitated? Is it because you don’t want the whole of New York to know you’re a bully who hits girls?”
I laughed coldly. “Bully? Did you really just call me that?”
She didn’t flinch. She lifted her chin and stared straight into my eyes, drunk, furious, and completely unafraid.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to keep control. “You know what? My manager will get you a new phone by tomorrow morning at school. Just stay the hell out of my way.”
I turned to leave.
“Kai!” she shouted after me. “You need to apologize properly before you go!”
I stopped and glanced back. “If you’re drunk, just go home quietly.”
She gave me a bitter, mocking smile. “Look at you… finally acting polite now that we’re outside where people can see.”
That was the last straw.
I walked back to her slowly, stopping so close our bodies almost touched. I leaned down, my lips brushing near her ear as I whispered, “Stay patient, little girl. Don’t push your luck with me.”
Her breath hitched.
I pulled away and started walking toward the exit again.
“You bloody fool!” she screamed behind me.
I heard the soft thud of her kicking off her other shoe. Half a second later, a sharp pain exploded at the back of my head. One of her silver heels had hit me square in the face.
“You crazy bitch!” I roared, spinning around.
People outside the club were already pulling out their phones, recording with excited murmurs.
This cannot be fucking happening.
I’m definitely going to kill this girl.
I climbed into the back of my waiting car and slammed the door shut. As my driver sped off into the night, I looked back through the tinted window.
Kimberly Castell stood barefoot on the sidewalk, chest heaving, eyes blazing with pure hatred.
This wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
She had just started a war with the wrong person.
