KAYA’S POV

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

Everything was stupid

-and what is everything you may care to ask? Every single feeling I experienced when I walked through those shiny double doors, a mixture of uncertainness and complete and utter vulnerability as I stood in the open. I could feel those dark pacific eyes on me. I didn’t even have to look around to know exactly where he was seated, despite his dark shades covering his eyes, I could feel his haunting gaze on me.

Maybe I was being paranoid, but who wouldn’t?

Under a span of two days, I had almost been run over by Mr. Popular, entered the Olympics with...