an's casual friendship had turned into a passionate and intense romance after they began dating formally, making them even closer. They wanted to start a

d at a candy store as she surveyed every little detail where Bastian couldn't help but laugh at her wide-eyed amazem

were accentuated by his long, dark brown hair, which when pushed up, gave him a laid-back yet polished look. He greeted them while they were strolling over the

teasing edge in his voice. "Are you Anastasia and Bastian? Absolutely lovely to meet you." After shaking Bastian'

an's protective inclinations inte

eam," Dylan laughingly pointed out. "Yo

supposed to provide a tour, not act like a flirty twat

"Why not? I can't be banned from your match

s sides. He identified Dylan as the endearing player who understood just how to win a girl over and then break her heart. Bastian's wrath boiled at the

grinning at Anastasia. "If you start this year, I could really a

hman to know their true intentions of coming to this university or call her "Ana" as if they were

usion, and her smile faded. Why

nything yet, Anastasia." The formal tone of his speech and the fact th

dn't understand why Bastian was acting so strange when he didn't usually behave li

g the misery he was creating. "Hey Ana, how about you give me your phone number so I

astasia winced. With a sinister and menacing gaze, Bastian abruptly turned his head to face

controllable rage in his voice,

use we're dating. I would like to see this university further-we haven't even reached the courtyard yet!" There was a trace of dr

a ride home. Where do you reside? "I mean, if that's okay with you, buddy," he sa

that had been boiling inside him. "Ooh, I can sooo tell you how much you are NOT my buddy!" he spat out as his body was tremb

his pockets, and squaring his shoulders. He w

em. "I'm sorry, Babe," she whimpered. "We can go home." She was trying to soothe him so they might talk about this la

ce. As they headed towards the car, Anastasia glanced back at Dylan, mouthing an apology. She

nt as feeling the anger pouring off him in her direction, especially when he kept glancing at her but not in his usual lovey-dovey way that she grew used to. Even if she wanted to reac